This is a novel about the sexual lives of three attractive young women, all friends, all roommates, all airline hostesses. Superficially it is, as the title indicates, very much a story of today, of the new sexual morality, in which people "do their thing" without worry beforehand or guilt afterwards.
But at another level, Dee's charming young heroines-virginal Gretta, amorous Ava, gold-digging Nina-are straight out of one of man's oldest fantasies. They are hostesses. They are hired essentially to be charming. Of course, in crashes and stress situations hostesses have saved lives. And looking spontaneously friendly and charming for hours at a stretch can be the most exhausting kind of work. But that is the job as it is realistically viewed by airline personnel. From the passenger's chair it all looks quite different. The view from the passenger's chair is of somebody young, pretty, graceful, adept at providing food and drink and the small creature comforts. Somebody hired to attend to the passenger's every need in the air. Somebody who, presumably, would be just as adept at attending to his needs on the ground.
The Greeks had a word for it-hetaera. The Greek hetaerae were courtesans of the highest class, often highly intelligent and well educated. Frequently they became the mistresses of prominent men and exercised considerable influence in public life. And all of us have heard of geisha girls, those gorgeously-kimonoed Japanese entertainers. Geisha are not prostitutes, but experts at entertaining men. For their men they sing, they dance, they perform the archaically beautiful tea ceremony, they pay graceful compliments, and they never fail to laugh at a joke. Who wouldn't find an evening in such company tonic? In the traditional Japanese system, now breaking up under the impact of westernization and its ideas of male-female equality, geisha were trained from the age of six or seven up by geisha-house madames who usually sold them for a good round price to some wealthy and prominent man. The buyer purchased a geisha-not for the night, but for life-not only as his bed partner, but as a definite social and business asset. He could entertain his business friends at her teahouse in a more relaxed atmosphere than would be possible in his own home, knowing his geisha had a lifetime training purely in making men feel relaxed and happy.
Of course we have no geisha in America. But we have airline hostesses, and more recently the Playboy Club Bunny. And there is always the pinup. One of the disadvantages of the hetaera or geisha has always been her expense. But the poorest of us can afford a yearly pinup calendar, and the slightly more affluent can watch the trim figure of the airline hostess trip down her aerial runway, and read imagined volumes of meaning into her professionally cordial, "Coffee, tea, or milk?"
The moralist may find in the ease with which a man can move from admiring a girl's pretty legs to speculating on her amorous proclivities a sign of original sin and total depravity. But the truth is that most of our sexual daydreams probably do nobody any harm and may do some positive good in harmlessly dissipating the possibly antisocial and disruptive tendencies of which all of us are capable. In a world where a fairly large number of people are dedicated to dreaming of unpleasant ways to wipe out whatever segment of the human race doesn't agree with them, merely dreaming of making love seems a pretty harmless pastime. Very likely the dream of the geisha, the woman totally, professionally given over to making men happy, will be with us for some time to come.
Karl Otto Pappenfus, Ph.D. Minneapolis, Minnesota February, 1969
CHAPTER ONE
Nobody ... but NOBODY! ... could ever tell Ava Grant what to do. Ever since first grade she had had her own way. "Doing her own thing" was the way she repeatedly expressed it to her dismayed parents, who finally gave up on her and let her fuck ... or whatever.
From high school on, Ava's "thing" had become boys, boys, boys! Not that she was promiscuous, but she was constantly in the company of the male sex. Also, she was no longer a virgin, having given in to two or three boys whose masculine charms she found impossible to resist.
Now, despite her parents' futile objections, she was out in the world on her own at the age of twenty ... working as an airline stewardess ... and always on the prowl for men!
True to her amorous nature, Ava was sitting silently by herself at the bar of a small nightclub ... waiting for some guy to pick her up.
On the other side of the dimly lit bar, a ruggedly handsome man sipped his drink and shifted his gaze about the place. When he spotted Ava his eyes coolly studied her features. He liked the red hair which was arranged in a neat, feminine hairdo. The outline of her figure in the satiny sheath she wore was most promising. A formfitting top attested to a pair of extremely welldeveloped tits. Tits that made his mouth begin to water with desire.
Oh, how he'd love to bury his face between those big soft pillows of flesh!
From his viewpoint, her well-rounded ass looked very provocative perched on that bar stool. He continued to watch her a little longer. It soon became obvious to him that she was alone. At least no guy had come up to join her, but he knew that someone would before long. A classy cunt like that didn't have to beg for offers. Since she was alone, he surmised, she must be looking for a little action. She certainly as hell didn't look like a lush ... just out for booze and nothing else.
He got up and moved over to the stool next to hers ... causing a few groans from the other studs who realized they had waited too long to make their move.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, sitting down before she answered.
"Be my guest," said Ava coolly. But inside she was filled with a secret joy. Of all the available studs in the joint, he was the one she favored. He was young, husky, decidedly good looking ... and still sober.
"My name's Bart Bronski. I'm an airline pilot. Right now I'm between runs and just passing away the time."
"Hi. My name is Ava Grant. And guess what? I'm a stewardess. Also passing the time."
"Well I'll be goddamned!" smiled Bart. "But I should've guessed as much. This is a hangout for airline people ... and you sure are pretty enough. It does surprise me that you're by yourself though. A swell looking doll like you."
"Thanks. But even us raving beauties get left in the lurch once in awhile," laughed Ava.
"Where's your home base?" asked Bart.
"Right here. That is, next door here in the motel. I share a modest apartment with two other stewardesses. We're very seldom in it together, though. All of us have different schedules. Sometimes we overlap, but not too often."
"Sounds great." said Bart. "I'm domiciled in New York. Right now I'm here in Miami just for a few days. I'm staying at the motel also. In a room just big enough to turn around in. I know a lot of people, but they all seem to be elsewhere tonight. How about you?"
"Both my roommates are on flights. But I don't mind. I enjoy making new friends."
"Well, I hope you consider me a new friend. And I can be made very easily," chuckled Bart, hoping that Ava wouldn't take offense.
"I know all about you pilots," said Ava. "You can't wait to get a new girl into your bed. Even the married guys. By the way, are you married?"
"No I'm not. But you sound like you've known more than a few pilots yourself."
"Intimately," admitted Ava. "Look Bart, why can't we just be honest with each other. I'm one gal that doesn't like the big promotion and scheming that goes into finally winding up in bed. Unless I'm mistaken, you'd like to fuck me tonight. Wouldn't you?"
"The thought did occur to me, yes," admitted Bart, somewhat abashed at Ava's directness.
"So why beat around the bush? I wouldn't waste your time or mine if I wasn't willing. That leaves only one question. Your place or mine?"
"You really don't waste time, do you?" Bart remarked.
"I'm not drunk, but I have had just enough to feel very honest and very sick of hypocrisy," stated Ava. "I became a stewardess mainly so that I could get away from home and get to meet a lot of interesting men. I'm no whore, but I do like prick. So if I'm coming on too strong for your taste, just say so and we'll drop it right there."
Bart looked at her intently to see if she was completely serious, then he burst out laughing. His sudden chuckle caused Ava to bristle.
"Sorry! Didn't know I was so funny!"
"No, no," he soothed quickly. "Not at all. It was just the way you put it. It suddenly occurred to me that only a jerk would get indignant with what you said and want to turn you down. Hell. What you suggested is just the way most guys feel. We'd much prefer being able to approach a gal with a simple, direct proposition and get accepted or rejected right away than go through a lot of bullshit that might lead nowhere. What a great world this would be if we could be that honest in our personal relationships."
Ava was pleased.
"I'm glad you feel as I do. But I have a confession to make. No matter what you may think, I'm not usually this candid. I guess I have had a bit more to drink than usual."
"Would you like me to take you back to your apartment?"
"Please."
It was just a short walk from the bar to the bungalow-type apartment where Ava lived. Once inside, she turned on the stereo that belonged to one of her roommates. Lush instrumental sounds softly filled the atmosphere.
"Pretty nice pad," said Bart. "Four times the size of my place."
"I'd never be able to afford it by myself, but splitting the expenses three ways makes a big difference," Ava said.
"I do the same thing in New York," added Bart. "Another pilot and I share a real nice lay out in Manhattan. We almost never see each other except once or twice a year. It's a great arrangement. Just like having our own little apartment without paying the full tab. If one of us does get back into town unexpectedly, we always phone the place to see if its being used for entertaining. You know what I mean?"
"Yes," smiled Ava. "There have been times when we girls have gotten our signals crossed and it was embarrassing. At least for Greta. She's kind of man shy. Once she popped in unannounced and found me fucking a strange guy. Naturally both of us were undressed. Greta fainted. I don't know if she fainted because of the nudity, or what she caught us doing. But she's a good kid. Now we make it a practice to phone in first before surprising anybody."
Bart sighed. He sure as hell didn't want anybody coming in the front door while he was coming in bed.
"Well," he asked slyly. "What do we do now?"
"If you don't know what," teased Ava, "then I picked the wrong guy."
He proved he wasn't the wrong guy by taking her into his embrace and french-kissing her passionately. He drove his tongue hotly into her willing mouth as she forced hers into his mouth. His hands went right to the top of her dress and fondled the large soft tits that were obviously not restrained by a bra.
"Why don't we take our clothes off?" asked Ava in a light, breathy whisper.
"I thought you'd never ask," Bart winked lewdly.
They disengaged themselves long enough to remove their attire. Bart stared intently at Ava as she shucked off her shoes and stockings. Next came her dress and then the slip under it. Her tits were perfectly formed melons, he noted. She undid her panty girdle and slid it off to stand before him, totally nude.
Ava kept her eyes glued to Bart's strip act. After kicking off his shoes and socks, he took off his suit coat, tie, shirt and tee shirt. She admired his broad, brawny chest, so hairy and muscular. As he undid his belt buckle, she noticed the lengthening bulge near his fly. He dropped the pants to the floor and stood in his last garment. His jockey shorts. The thin cotton material hid nothing of his rising, long prick. He was rapidly achieving one whale of a hard on.
Ava stepped forward and pulled the shorts downward until he was as naked as she.
Grasping his stiffened prick, she rubbed her hand all the way up and down the entire length of it. Then she cupped her hand gently under his dangling balls and lightly bounced them in her palm.
He pulled her naked body up close to his and ran his wide spread palms all over the surface of her rounded curves. He held her so tightly against him that his rigid cock was pressed up against her belly.
As he kissed her with open mouth, he moved his hands down her rear and cupped the soft globes of her luscious ass. She responded by pumping her furry twat against his straining pelvis.
Going into one of the bedrooms, they got into bed and explored each other with hands and tongues. Bart diddled her cunt with his fuck finger until she was bouncing for joy. As her ass got hotter and hotter for action, Bart raised him self into position over her and guided his long hard prick to its destination.
Her pussy accepted his stiff shaft without resistance. He kept pumping it in until he had filled her hole with his entire meat supply. Ava was doing her share, rocking her ass back and forth in conjunction with his. They were both in search of a quick release, so he fucked her steadily until the dam was about to burst.
"I'm ready if you are, babe," he panted.
"Now, lover, now! Fuck me good! Fuck me hard!"
Bart proceeded to pump his cock good and hard into her hot, clinging pussy until his nuts started that old tingle. He knew the explosion was about to come, so he drove his rod all the way up her hungry twat and blasted away. He spurted a generous supply of semen into her hole as she climaxed in unison with him.
Then he collapsed on top of her and they lay locked together with his now limp cock still inside her slimy pussy.
His prick contracted and eased out of her vulva lips as they lay silently. After a brief rest period, Bart moved off of Ava and lay at her side. He devoured her beauty with his eyes.
Fingering the upright contours of her firm tits, he brought his mouth down on the hardened pink nipples and began sucking on each tit with fervor.
One of the great joys in life for Bart was to find himself in a congenial bed with a big juicy pair of tits to suck on. He sucked and sucked until Ava was again writhing in ecstasy. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and a pair of warm moist lips properly used on them brought her to almost unbearable heights of joy.
She wanted to return the favor, so she reached down and got hold of his limp cock, resting languidly across his strong thigh. With graceful and tender fingers, she stroked the cylinder of flesh until it began to take on a life of its own. The organ grew longer and thicker in her tiny hand. It stiffened out and gradually stood upward until it jutted almost vertically from between his outspread thighs like a giant marble monument.
Reluctantly, Ava moved her tits from Bart's eager lips and slid down his naked body until her face was blowing her hot breath on his balls.
She had sucked dicks before, but never one quite this beautiful, she thought to herself.
Bart groaned with pure, unadulterated pleasure as her moist satiny lips closed over his big cock and her velvety tongue caressed the taut smooth flesh of his hard on. It was just too long to cram entirely into her mouth, so she licked it thoroughly from base to head and then sucked as far down on it as her lips would reach. With one hand she jerked off the bottom portion of it that her tongue couldn't get to. Her other hand played with Bart's asshole and fondled his balls.
Big as his cock was and small as her mouth was, she sucked him off to a f are-thee-well! When he came, the come jetted down her gullet and almost choked her. But she swallowed and managed to suck in every drop he shot into her.
"How'd a nice girl like you ever learn to suck a cock like that?" asked Bart jestingly.
But Ava knew the punch line and returned his smile as she delivered it.
"Practice, man. Practice!"
"You sure are something else in bed, Ava Grant. All I was hoping for tonight was a fast piece of ass, but you sure do top anything I could've hoped for."
As he complimented her, Ava took one of his hands and put it down on her pussy and pushed the fingers into her wet crack.
"Thanks for the posies. All I was hoping for myself was a good cock. Looks like I got myself a cock and a half."
"It is pretty big, isn't it?" asked Bart as he brandished his prick proudly.
"The better to fuck you with my dear," chortled Ava in a feeble imitation of the Big Bad Wolf.
"I like you, Ava Grant," stated Bart. "Mind if I spend the rest of the night here?"
"You couldn't leave if you wanted to. I've got you right where I want you," she smiled as she cupped her hand firmly around his balls.
"Swell," he said. "That's settled. This way we can relax and not be in any goddamned hurry. When it comes to a good piece of pussy I like to take my own sweet time. And baby, you are without a doubt the sweetest piece of pussy I've had in a long time."
"If you're not careful I may make you eat those words," she grinned lasciviously.
Her obvious meaning wasn't lost on Bart. Staring straight down at her cunt he said, "Before the night's over I just may do that little thing."
"In the meantime," suggested Ava, "why not fix us a couple of drinks? I'm thirsty."
Jaybird naked, Bart got out of bed and went into the other room where the booze was kept. From her side of the bed, Ava could watch his every move through the doorway.
For the first time she noticed how very tall he was. And the way his broad powerful shoulders tapered so perfectly down to his narrow muscular hips. His long legs were strong and hairy. When his back was turned to her she saw that the firm, round cheeks of his ass were almost chalky white in contrast to the remainder of his tanned body. As he walked back into the room with the drinks, his balls swung loosely between his thighs and his cock bounced up and down.
She had often wondered how a man could possibly be comfortable with those dangling genitals jouncing around down there.
"Here's to the airline stewardesses, long may they live!" toasted Bart as he handed Ava a glass and got back into bed.
They each took a sip. Then she offered a toast.
"Here's to the pilots and their precious joysticks!"
Bart laughed and joined her in a quick sip. Then he put his glass on the bedside table as he arranged his body next to hers for maximum comfort.
"Speaking of joysticks," he said, "have you ever been up in the pilot's cabin?"
"A few times," stated Ava. "But not much lately. You know, with all the stink somebody raised about stewardesses going up to the cabin and supposedly flying the plane. Some passengers seem to think that kind of thing goes on all the time."
"Ever get laid in the air?" asked Bart.
"Yes," answered Ava simply.
"Great feeling isn't it? When you start to come you feel like you're really gonna explode into a million goddamn pieces!"
"It was unusual, all right."
Ava volunteered nothing more on her "getting laid" in midair, but the whole scene did return to her mind at that moment.
It was during her first month on the job and she had been asked to serve as the only hostess on a special charter flight to Chicago. There were only ten passengers ... all men. They were all professional football players who had been to a convention in Miami and were being specially jetted to Chicago for an upcoming football game. When they boarded the plane, all of them were feeling carefree from an unrestrained intake of beer.
The flight was hectic all the way.
Ava served them only coffee, but that didn't sober them up very fast. The burly athletes began singing lustily ... mostly dirty songs. Some of the guys started a mock strip tease that soon turned into the real thing.
Afraid that things were getting too far out of hand, Ava called the pilot's cabin on her phone and asked what to do. The pilot assured her that the ball club had paid handsomely for the charter flight and that since there were no other passengers for the players to bother, she should just let the boys raise a little hell ... as long as they didn't personally bother her.
So Ava decided as long as it was their party, they could just have their way. She sat back and looked on ... enjoying the antics of the overgrown boys.
From her vantage point in the rear of the plane, she watched the football players in action. Either they had forgotten that there was a female on board, or they just didn't give a goddamn.
Slightly smutty stories gave way to the filthiest she had ever heard told. And some of the bruisers had stripped right down to their briefs. The sight of their generously packed crotches left no doubt as to their sexual gentler. Though they were acting like high school boys, they all had the rugged bodies of fully grown men.
One player, the quarterback, was strangely silent. He was well aware of Ava's presence and he kept his eyes fixed on her at all times. Finally she became aware of his staring at her. She studied him back.
Unlike the others, he seemed to be reasonably sober. Also, he was not as husky as the others in size. He looked less than two hundred pounds ... which all the others easily exceeded. Despite his broken nose he was rather good looking, she thought.
Without a word, the quarterback left his seat and sat next to Ava. He said nothing, but looked soulfully into her eyes. She could see and feel the raw desire emanating from the young athlete.
When he reached over and pulled her onto his lap and began kissing her hotly, Ava found herself offering no resistance whatever.
She knew that special charter or no special charter, she did not have to let herself be manhandled. All she had to do was break loose from the football player's grip and run to the phone and call the cabin. The pilot or copilot would come to her rescue.
But strangely enough she didn't want to be rescued. The ball player's big rough hands were all over her body, kindling the fire of passion within. He had boldly moved his fingers under her clothes to feel her tits and tickle her pussy. None of the other frolicking players seemed to notice what was going on in the rear seats.
Under her, pressing into her soft ass, Ava could feel the athlete's hard on projecting from his crotch. Somehow, while grabbing feels of her body, he had managed to undo his pants and had slid them to his knees along with his shorts. Then he pulled Ava's dress up above her waist and with the agility borne of practice, he shoved her flimsy panties down her hips to her ankles.
Though it took great strength to do so, he easily lifted her weight into position over his stiffened prong and set her down gently as his prick found its mark and slowly entered the furry hole between her spread-eagled thighs. He proceeded then to bounce her ass up and down on his engulfed tool.
Up and down ... up and down ... sliding all the way down to his balls ... until he shot a load of cream straight up into her twat that made her feel like she would burst from the explosion.
The thought of that football player fucking her in midnight ... who never said a word to her ... and whom she never saw again ... was going through Ava's mind as Bart snapped his fingers to bring her out of her reverie.
"Are you all right, doll?" he asked concernedly.
"Oh, yes. Just got to thinking about something."
"Wow! You were really out of it for a few minutes there. I was worried. Thought maybe I was losing my charm."
Ava looked over at the brawny, naked pilot who shared her bed and she giggled.
"You're not losing your charm," she assured him. "It's just that when I drink a little too much it does strange things to me sometimes. It's a good thing you picked me up when you did, otherwise I might still be in that bar, drunker than hell, waiting for one of those deadheads to make a pitch."
"Christ, Ava! I can't understand it. You're a knockout. Do you usually have to take just any jerk who comes along?"
Stroking his thigh tenderly, Ava replied, "You're not just any jerk, and don't you forget it. But to get back to your question, the answer is no. I'm very choosy as a rule. I won't sleep with just anybody. But if I'm ever feeling blue and depressed and I get too much drink in me, then I'm easy prey for any guy who isn't too revolting to smell or look at."
Bronski shifted his body slightly so that Ava's caressing hand on his leg would also brush his balls as she stroked him.
"You're pretty. You've got a good job. You're fantastic in bed. Now why would a girl as well off as you ever be depressed? Tell me that."
"All the things you just said also apply to you, Bart. But you have periods when you just feel down in the dumps, don't you?"
Ava was very serious as she asked him. Bart turned over on his stomach and asked her to rub his back. She complied.
"I get pissed off plenty of times when things don't go right, you know, like a last minute change of work schedule. But I don't often get depressed. I got a pretty good deal in life and I know it. I just live it up to the hilt and forget the rest of the bullshit."
"Maybe that's because you're a man," reasoned Ava. "Girls are different, though."
"So I've noticed," he grinned evilly.
"I mean it," insisted Ava. "Girls just seem to take things more seriously than men do. For instance, what we're doing now. As soon as you leave in the morning, I'll be out of your thoughts. But you'll be on my mind until the next guy comes along to take your place. Sex is very serious with me. I can't just dismiss it the next morning as a romp in the hay. Men are lucky. They don't have that hang-up."
"Why should there be any goddamned hang-ups?" asked Bart. "We're both adults. What we're doing is strictly a natural, biological function. It makes us feel good and keeps our mind free of frustration. So what the hell is there to get all hung-up about?"
Ava was busy massaging the small of Bart's back and the muscles of his rump.
"It's like I said, you're a man and I'm a woman. We just think differently about these things. A man can bounce from bed to bed and nobody cares. Now I go to bed with a lot of different guys because I want to, but still I just don't feel right about it after it's over. I tell myself that it's silly to feel that way, but that doesn't change anything."
Bart turned over again to let his hardened prick swing free after being pressed down into the mattress.
"You know what you need, doll?" asked Bart. "You need to get yourself a husband. That's what all broads are really looking for, anyhow."
Ava felt almost like slapping his smug male face. Like most men, he thought he had all the answers.
"You may be right," she agreed, slyly. "How about you? I need a husband. Are you available?"
"Hold on!" cautioned Bart. "I just meant that you're the one who wants to get married. Not me! I'm not about to sign away my freedom. Be sides, I like to bounce from bed to bed, as you so quaintly put it."
Ava burst out laughing.
"What's tickling your ass?" asked Bart irritatedly.
"You!" she exclaimed. "You should see your face. I mentioned the word marriage and you nearly broke out into a cold sweat ... look at the goose bumps on your skin. But you just proved my point beautifully. Women do want to get married, but men could care less. That's the biggest difference. So how are they supposed to get together?"
"Plenty of guys tie the knot every day," said Bart. "You just have to find a guy who wants to get fitted for a ball and chain."
Ava tickled Bart's belly playfully.
"I just hope I'm around when they finally lead you down the aisle. I want to see the look on your smug face when you have to say, 'I do' and you walk out of church with that old ball and chain on."
"That won't happen for a long, long time, babe. Not as long as there's enough choice quality pussy like you around to keep a single man happy and satisfied."
"That's the trouble with you single guys. You're all selfish. As long as you get what you want out of a girl, you don't care about whether she's satisfied or not."
Ava had suddenly turned petulant. Bart didn't like that at all. He wanted to have a good time the rest of the evening, fucking this well-stacked broad, but she had to be enjoying it too, for him to get his kicks.
He slapped her bare ass in a mock scolding manner and said, "Enough of this serious bull shit, babe. You and I came here to have fun. Remember? If I remember correctly myself, I promised to taste a bit of your fleshly delights." As he said that, he stroked her pussy with one hand.
"You're right," smiled Ava. "I guess I was letting my own bad mood spoil things just when they were going so beautifully. But you don't have to go down on me if you really don't want to. I promise to behave myself from now on."
"Don't you dare behave yourself!" chastised Bart, jokingly. "And I promised to eat that succulent pussy of yours because my mouth is watering for some of that hot snatch. So spread your legs, goddamnit!"
Ava willingly complied, and Bart's artful tongue darting in and out and around her pulsating pussy soon brought her to a roaring orgasm.
They were both totally exhausted, so they drifted off into a deep sleep. Bart's head remained as it was, clasped between Ava's lovely thighs.
CHAPTER TWO
Beautiful, blonde Greta Liss walked briskly out of Orly Airport and hailed a taxi which drove her into the center of Paris.
After changing from her stewardess uniform and bathing, she left her hotel to take a stroll through the streets of Paris. She enjoyed watching the Frenchmen at work and at play. It gave her great pleasure to just drift along the Champs to the Place de Concord, on over to the Rue de la Opera and the Rue Madelaine.
No one ever mistook her for an American. When she did chat with strangers, she had to explain to them that she was not a Swedish tourist, but rather, was an American working girl. She seldom bothered to go into the lengthy explanation of how her parents had migrated from Sweden while she was in her early teens. As far as she was concerned, she was now an American citizen and that was all that was important.
Like all attractive foreign girls, she received her share of blatant propositions from the passionate young men who haunted the streets in search of a little strange pussy.
Many females were insulted by such crude overtures. But still many other women, away from home and the prying eyes of neighbors, readily accepted the offers of French style amour. A few gals, Greta among them, simply blushed and hurried away without further word.
While she was standing at the Etoile looking up at the Arch of Triumph, a swarthy young man brushed up next to her and whispered in her ear. He offered to go down on her if she would come home with him and give him and his brother a blow job.
Greta ran away quickly. Not all the propositions were so base and vile. The majority of the would-be Romeos simply requested the pleasure of buying her a glass of wine. She had sense enough to realize, though, that an acceptance would soon lead to other complications.
As her roommate, Ava Grant, had often told her, "Men have only one thing on their mind when they date a girl." And who should know better than Ava, thought Greta.
Thinking of Ava, once again her mind flooded with the memory of that night when she accidentally walked in on Ava and that man in bed together. It was a memory that refused to blot itself from her mind, no matter how hard she tried. What disturbed Greta most was the fact that she secretly enjoyed the vivid pictures that came to mind when she thought about the incident.
The fact that her friend Ava was nude, under the body of a naked man was secondary to Greta. It was the naked man himself who dominated her thoughts. She didn't know who he was then, nor did she ever find out. But her mind's eye clearly pictured his strong, healthy body, completely unclothed, pumping frantically over her roommate. And when she walked in and startled them both, he had turned over, revealing his awesome tool, moist from the juices of Ava's gaping cunt.
That was all that Greta remembered, as she had fainted about that time. It had been very embarrassing all around. When she had come to, the man was gone and Ava was dressed and was sitting next to her.
"Greta," Ava had said, "I'm sorry about what happened, but I honestly didn't expect you back in town tonight."
"I came in as an emergency replacement," explained Greta, "for another girl who took sick at the last minute. I'll go back on my regular run tomorrow if nothing changes."
"That's the only thing I don't like about this stewardess job. Those damned last minute changes of schedule!" complained Ava.
"I know what you mean," said Greta, "but I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I didn't mean to spoil your evening for you."
Ava felt a surge of sympathy for her roommate who seemed so sweet and innocent. She patted Greta comfortingly and tried to reassure her.
"Don't worry about it, kid. He wasn't all that great. He can go back over to the bar and find somebody else to get it up for him. But why did you faint?"
"I don't really know," said Greta in a soft voice. "Maybe because I was just so surprised. I don't know!"
"Greta Liss! Are you still a virgin?" demanded Ava.
Greta's face turned a flaming red. "Yes, I am," she admitted reluctantly. "Oh, you poor kid," said Ava, aghast. "But why?"
"Really, Ava, must we discuss it?" pleaded Greta.
"Look baby, I don't approve of interfering in someone else's personal affairs. I sure as hell wouldn't want somebody else telling me what or what not to do. But you're different kid. You're too vulnerable. You need someone to give you a little advice. After all, if you aren't getting a little lovin', your life must be very lonely. Give a little, get a little, I always say."
"Can I help it if I was brought up this way?" sulked Greta.
"I don't dig it," spoke a puzzled Ava. "I always thought you Swedes believed in giving away the goodies without all these hang-ups about virginity and all that crap."
"I'm afraid there's too many people who think the same way you do, Ava. Not all Swedes believe in free love. My parents were very strict with me, especially after we moved to this country to live. I was trained to save myself intact for my husband, when I finally do get married."
"Holy Christ!" exclaimed Ava. "That old, 'saving it for one man' routine! These are modern times kid. You're not doing yourself any favor by saving it. You're only missing out on all the fun. Look at men, they certainly don't save themselves for marriage. They go out and get as much use out of that thing hanging between their legs as they can. And there's no good reason why women shouldn't do the same. You're only in this life once kid. Grab all you can."
"I'm not as innocent as I sound," admitted Greta. "When I was in high school and went out on dates, there were more than a few times that I was tempted to go all the way. I like boys. I always have. And I do have these desires at certain times. But I always fight them off. After all, what would I say to my husband if I went to our bridal bed as a violated woman?"
Ava hooted loudly.
"Are you kidding? A violated woman! Hah! Is a man violated just because he's dipped his wick into strange territory? Hell no! And a female is no different. Men use the excuse that it's a biological necessity with them. I got news. It's a biological necessity with gals too. Why shouldn't we scratch when we get an itch between our legs? When you get married, kid, your husband will have had plenty of experience. At least you'll hope he has. As for you, you don't tell him anything about the past no matter what questions he asks. Not about your love life anyway. That's only asking for trouble. You can always give him the, 'broke it riding a bike', if he should press the issue."
"But Ava, it's not that easy for me to suddenly change my way of thinking. My body just automatically tenses up when a man gets too intimate with me. Maybe I'm frigid."
"There's only one way to find out for sure," suggested Ava. "And that's to go out and get laid. What you need to straighten you out is about nine stiff inches of...."
"Sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to contaminate your delicate, shell-like ears with my filthy mouth!"
"I didn't mean it that way," apologized Greta, "but I'm just confused about sex and everything. I guess I just don't have the same outlook as you do."
"That," insisted Ava, "is the understatement of the year! But don't let it throw you. If it's any consolation to you, I sometimes have qualms myself about sleeping around as loosely as I do. Not because of your reasons though. Just that ... sometimes I think I'd rather have just one guy ... a guy I love, in my bed every night ... married or not ... than all these new guys who drop their pants so willingly."
Greta suddenly felt sorry for Ava. On the surface her roommate had seemed so brittle and sure of herself. But she too could be pierced and could bleed.
"Well then, maybe I should stay a virgin. Maybe my way is the right one after all," said Greta uncertainly.
"No, kid, I don't buy that," said Ava with her self assurance returned to normalcy. "Oh, I don't think you should go out and shack up with every guy who puts his hand on your leg. And maybe you don't have to go as far as I do in keeping my bed warm with a male body. But if you date a guy and you really like him and he feels the urge and you do too, then give in. It's much healthier than playing with yourself all the time."
A gasp escaped Greta's mouth at Ava's last statement.
"How did you know?" asked an astonished Greta.
"About what?" asked Ava. "You mean about playing with yourself? You really are innocent. Everybody masturbates at one time or another, Greta. It's a natural function. Don't feel so embarrassed about it. I didn't know that you masturbated, I just assumed that you did. It's just that common, that's all. Why get shook up?"
Just then a loud honking car horn returned Greta's thoughts to Paris where her physical presence was forced to dodge out of the way of an oncoming vehicle. She was crossing a street to go down to the bank of the Seine River.
She had best keep her mind in the present, she cautioned herself, if she didn't want to walk into trouble.
However, she knew her thoughts would constantly drift back to the Miami apartment ... and Ava in bed ... with HIM! That naked man who often stimulated her erotic thoughts.
Greta had determined that she would take Ava's advice. Sooner or later, that is. She just hadn't gotten around to it yet. Now, as she strolled nonchalantly along this Parisian waterway, she noticed the numerous young couples clutching each other in their desire to hold the other one close. They were in love, or at least infatuated by some attraction to the other, and they didn't care who saw them. Most of them were locked together in a passionate kiss. Some were openly fondling and feeling each other's body.
A few of the boys and girls appeared to Greta to have their clothing open discreetly against each other. But their bodily movements were plainly suggestive of what they were doing.
"Do your own thing, kid." That's what Ava had told Greta to do. But what was her "own thing." Were these copulating couples doing their own thing?
Of one thing Greta was certain. She wanted desperately to find out what it was all about. How a man's naked body would feel pressed next to hers. How it would feel with his big, hard thing inside her. That man with Ava. His had looked so big to her. Surely one that size must hurt.
What about Nina Norton? Her other roommate. Because of her mixed-up schedule, Ava and Greta almost never saw her. She was so pretty, though. And so full of life and joy. Greta suddenly wished that she could sit down and have a serious talk with Nina about sex and such, as she had with Ava.
Maybe Nina could give her another point of view. She wondered briefly if Nina were a virgin also. Normally she just wouldn't have thought otherwise about Nina. She was so sweet. But from the way Ava talked, almost no one was a virgin anymore.
Greta thought about herself here ... all alone ... in the magical, romantic city of lights. Paris! She had become an airline stewardess in order to travel. Something she had always dreamed of. Perhaps one day to return and visit Sweden.
But there were other reasons, she reminded herself. To get away from her parents' strict domination. To be on her own. Doing her own thing, maybe. Like Ava had said. Nevertheless, she couldn't escape her strict upbringing. Though she was becoming increasingly aware that other girls like herself did not consider virginity the greatest treasure in the world, she was finding it difficult to shake off something that had been pounded into her head for years by her mother.
How many dates had winked knowingly when she told them she was originally from Sweden. Like precious Ava, they shared the misconception that all Swedish girls spent most of their time flat on their backs. And how disappointed they were when she turned out to be more like an iceberg than an Ekberg.
Greta returned to her hotel room after getting a snack to eat at a sidewalk cafe. She had ignored the hungry glances of the amorous Frenchmen to sit alone in her nicely furnished, but lonely room.
She cried a little. Loneliness could be such an unbearable thing. It wasn't that she had to be alone. That young G.I. on the plane had asked her for a date. And so had the handsome businessman two seats behind him. But she had turned them both down. Not that she wanted to. But she knew how it would be. The men always assumed that a date with the hostess automatically assured them a place in her bed.
Accepting a date from a strange man was practically the same as accepting an offer to sleep with him. At least, that was the way the men interpreted it. They seemed to think that because they were away from home and among strangers that they could get away with anything.
Of course, thought Greta suddenly! That's it!
She had to take the plunge sometime if she were to follow Ava's advice as she had promised herself she would. What better place than Paris. City of romance!
If she waited till she returned to the States she might never make the move. Her parents lived hundreds of miles away in Florida, but just being in the same state as them was enough to inhibit her in pursuing her romantic desires. But in Paris she was a total stranger. No one would know. Except the man, of course. However, there would be no attachment that could bind her with him if she found the whole affair as distasteful as her mother had insisted premarital sex could be.
Feeling rather giddy, helped a little by the wine she had imbibed at the cafe, no doubt, Greta put on her prettiest frock and fixed-up her tear smeared make-up. She called the front desk and inquired where a single girl could go in town without the need of an escort.
Then she was off. To take the night club tour that the concierge had suggested. She would travel to several nightclubs with a group of tourists, so she would not be alone.
How disappointed Greta was! Though the nightclub tour took her and her companions to the best spots in town for dining and dancing, the situation looked hopeless for getting a man. Most of her fellow travelers were Americans with a few Germans and Italians thrown in. More importantly, most were female. The handful of males in the party were either husbands or old enough to be Greta's grandfather.
Though she had never before imbibed more than two drinks at a time, Greta gulped down the one free drink she was given at each club. After leaving the fourth nightclub on the itinerary, Greta decided to break away from the organized tour and catch a breath of fresh night air. She was feeling a bit woozy and unsteady on her feet.
Wandering by herself down the streets of the Left Bank where she had deserted the tour, Greta found herself surrounded by many young men and girls who were also strolling. Before too long Greta surmised by the way the girls were dressed and were walking that they were prostitutes.
She stopped at a sidewalk snack bar for a quick cup of coffee.
"Parlez vous francais?"
The speaker was a handsome young man who was obviously a native of the country.
"No," answered Greta. "I only speak English."
"I also speak your language," he said with his heavy but romantic French accent. "May I join you?"
"Yes you may," spoke Greta, surprised at herself for her daring in accepting this stranger's company.
"My name is Henri. What are you called?"
"Greta," she answered and then found herself with nothing to say so she blurted out, "And are my feet tired!"
"Oh?"
"Yes. I don't know how many miles I've walked today. I've walked just about every street from here to the Elysee Palace. That can be exhausting, you know."
The Frenchman looked at her with greater intensity.
"I imagine it can. You probably want to rest awhile, eh?"
"Do I? When I hit the bed tonight I'm going to stay there."
"You enjoy the bed, ma cherie?" chuckled her escort.
"When I'm feeling like I am tonight I do," was her reply.
Under the table then she felt a strong hand on her knee. Her immediate impulse was to push it away, but then she caught herself. After all, wasn't this what she had come out looking for? An attractive man to initiate her into the secret joys of sin.
He was young, charming and very good looking. All qualities that Greta was looking for in her dream lover. His voice was deep and romantic. Above all, he radiated a virile animal sort of sexuality in his overall manner, but especially in his eyes. The look he was giving her was bold, intimate and lewd.
"I live only a short distance away. Shall we depart this place and go there?" he asked in a near whisper.
Having dulled her inhibitions with the consumed alcohol in the nightclubs Greta readily accepted the handsome stranger's invitation to go to his apartment.
They walked the three blocks to his place which was up three flights of stairs. It was a one bedroom flat in much disarray, Greta noticed.
In the small kitchenette dirty dishes were heaped in the sink. The tiny living room was cluttered with newspapers and magazines. Through the doorway of the small bedroom, she saw that his clothing was scattered loosely over two chairs with some of it obviously in need of laundering.
All in all it wasn't a very romantic scene in which to be seduced. So when Henri offered Greta a glass of wine she was eager to drink it down. Then he asked her to put a record on his portable stereo set.
Though most of the records were French she managed to find one that had a recognizable name on it. It was Ravel's Bolero that she placed on the turntable.
When she turned back around, Greta noticed with a broad glance that Henri had been busy scurrying about the apartment picking up and tidying. She instantly felt more comfortable.
"Well, shall we get to it?" he asked as he pointed to the bedroom.
Being a novice at sex herself, Greta didn't know just how the young man would go about it, but this did seem a bit too forward. However, she didn't want to betray her inexperience. Greta preceded Henri into the room and sat herself on the edge of the bed to await further instructions.
To her astonishment Henri began disrobing casually.
"You're certainly not the hurry up kind, are you? That's really unusual. Go ahead and get out of your clothes." He spoke it as a command rather than a request.
Timidly Greta began removing her own clothes. As she did, she watched Henri undress. In his skimpy briefs she admired his husky and extremely well muscled physique. His legs and forearms seemed to be the hairiest. A gaping bulge at the crotch of his shorts attested to his well endowed masculinity. His genitals were dormant however. He hadn't yet begun to get excited.
Henri lay down on the bed in his briefs. Greta felt a tinge of disappointment. She was eager to see that prominent bulge in the living flesh.
She had only gotten down to her slip as he flopped down on his back and stared at her act of undressing.
Moving a little faster she got the slip off and then pulled down her stockings and took them off with her shoes. This was the very first time she had so boldly undressed in front of a man and she was surprised to find that she was enjoying the experience very much. Henri was obviously enjoying it also. She noticed that the outline of his prick began to grow bigger and bigger, putting a severe strain on the thin material of his cotton briefs.
Putting her hands behind her back Greta unhooked her bra and let it fall loose from her very full breasts. It dropped off to the floor. Henri sucked in his breath at the sight of the naked tits. He licked his lips.
Next Greta pushed her panties off and stood before him in her completely natural state. The thick bush of curly ringlets around her cunt were of a darker hue than her bright yellow blonde hair. But there was no doubt that she was indeed a natural blonde.
Henri lifted his pelvis just high enough from the bed to pull off his undershorts. When he did that he was most gratified by Greta's startled but pleased reaction. In every way she struck him as an unusual poule. She didn't act at all like the others.
He invited her to join him on the bed as she continued to admire the huge, hard prick that stood defiantly proud and erect between his parted thighs.
As Henri began to run his large hands over her naked body Greta was glad she had drunk as much as she did. She was no longer afflicted with the old tenseness and aversion to touch that had kept her a virgin this long. She didn't want the Frenchman to know that she was a virgin and there was no reason for him to find out. There would be no hymen to break since she had broken it herself a few years before.
For his part, Henri never suspected that she was new to the game of sex. He thought that she was striving for originality with her offhand approach to the act of love. Not only that, he was captivated by her almost flawless body. The satiny white skin was smooth and soft and warm. Her curves were well rounded and full but there was no fat on that firm, sexy figure.
Greta arched her back upward as Henri greedily sucked her tits with reckless abandon. He moved his wet lips all over her nude body in his attempt to taste every part of her. As he kissed her thighs tenderly, Greta automatically spread her thighs apart to permit his face to enter the realm of her womanhood. He almost choked with piggish delight as he lapped her cunt eagerly with his long, thrusting tongue. Greta was writhing with uncontrolled joy at the sudden discovery of the ecstasy of being sucked off.
She was afraid her body was going to explode into a million fragments as she experienced one, two, three orgasms in rapid succession.
There was no holding her to the bed. Her body was flailing about in a fit of unrestrained passion.
As Henri moved his busy lips back to her taut nipples to suck and nip them, Greta grabbed his long cock and rubbed it with both her tiny hands.
At last all her erotic dreams had come to life. She enthusiastically felt his muscled flesh as far as her arms could reach. Stroking his legs and then playing gingerly with his balls she moved around to his muscular ass and poked her long fingernails up the hairy crack of his asshole.
He moved his mouth close to her ear, nibbled it tenderly and then whispered, "Let's fuck, cherie."
Then he arranged his body over hers until he was just about on top of her. With practiced ease he guided his stiff prong to its target and pushed it in slowly.
Feeling the huge head of his dick enter her pussy, Greta tightened up, but only slightly. She realized that this was to be her supreme test. His tongue had worked magic inside her hungry cunt. But his big, hard cock would be another matter.
Would it hurt? Would it be terribly painful? She couldn't avoid asking herself those unspoken questions as she watched him shove the lengthy shaft into her receptacle.
At first Greta thought she'd never be able to let him get any farther in than he was. Her ass began to twitch with her expectant discomfort and she did feel a slight pain from the huge hardness that was being pounded into her twat.
The stimulation of his massive organ rubbing frictionally along the walls of her cunt was building a rapidly growing desire in Greta that over came any thought of pain. To her amazement her cunt was adjusting itself to accept the complete entry of his entire organ. When he had managed to bury himself to the hairy hilt, Henri drove himself in and out of her wildly as his ass pumped with increasing speed.
"Are you ready?" he shouted breathlessly.
"Yes," she replied, not really knowing what she should be ready for.
It wasn't long before she found out, however, as Henri began to come with great volume into her hot pussy. He spurted his jism with geyser intensity up her insides. As his ass jerked spasmodically, he thought he'd never stop coming. But finally his nuts had ceased supplying the happy-flying sperm.
Greta was thrilled beyond her wildest dreams. No wonder Ava had insisted she give up her frustrating state of virtue and virginity. All those secret times she had masturbated and felt guilty had suddenly paled in comparison to the real thing. In playing with herself previously she had very much suspected that her body was capable of greater fulfillment. An even greater satisfaction.
She had always fretted to herself after those sessions in secret in her bed. Her prying fingers doing their inadequate best to relieve the held-in tensions that built up inside from her constant thoughts of men and the elusive but strangely fascinating realm of uninhibited sex.
Greta was jolted back to reality as Henri offered her a cigarette. She refused, but he lit one for himself. He propped himself up on one elbow as he puffed his cig.
"You haven't been at this too long, have you?" asked Henri.
"Why? Didn't you enjoy it? Wasn't I any good?" asked Greta all in one breath and with a slight pout.
"Oh you were marvelous, cherie. Do not get upset! I only meant that you were so tight down here." He placed a hand over her furry cunt and went on speaking, "You could not have many men and still be that tight in the pussy. But I am not complaining. I feel very lucky to have found one such as you, mon petit."
He leaned partially over her and kissed her lips lightly.
"I'm glad you liked me," smiled Greta. "You're right. I have not had many men. You might say I'm kind of new at all this. And you were very good yourself."
When Greta spoke the last compliment she tried to keep her enthusiasm restrained so as not to sound too new to the game. In reality though she was exultantly enthused. She wanted to shout, "You were great! Sensational! I'd love to dip your giant prick in bronze plating and carry it around with me the rest of my life!"
Even though she knew she couldn't say all that, Greta did allow herself the luxury of reaching out and fondling the long limp organ as it lay resting on Henri's thigh.
"You like Henri's plaything?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"It's beautiful."
"Why don't you kiss it for Henri?"
"Oh, I don't think I could ever do that," Greta said, pulling her hand away.
"Mon Dieu! You have never kissed one?" asked Henri with a very incredulous look on his face.
"No I haven't," insisted Greta. She wondered suddenly if Ava and the other girls did that or not.
"Then you are new," said Henri. "You must begin sometime. It is very necessary for a girl like you to learn. Why not let Henri show you the way? I'll make it worth your while."
Make it worth her while? What did he mean by that, wondered Greta. More importantly, maybe she should try. He was so attractive and she should learn all she could while she was in the position, so to speak.
"I'll try," promised Greta. "But don't rush me. Let me do it slowly."
She shifted her body to bring her face down below his waist. Lightly her fingers toyed with his hairy balls and skimmed along the length of his cock. The limp tool began to rise up slightly under her delicate teasing touch. He now had a semi-hard on.
Greta bent way over and kissed the head of his dick with her lips closed. Then she slipped her tongue out a little bit and licked along the now rapidly lengthening organ.
To her surprise the taste of the rigid flesh wasn't at all revolting. In fact, she felt the urge to taste more and more of the hard prick. She began by licking between his thighs and wrapping her tongue around his dangling balls as much as she could.
Working upward, she licked his cock from the thick base to the reddish knobbed head. Henri placed a hand over her head and glided it to the top of his dick and then he ordered sternly, "Suck it!"
Opening her mouth widely, Greta practically choked as he thrust the stiff shaft up into her mouth. He then pushed her head downward so that her lips were closed tightly around the organ.
Henri pumped his ass up and down as if he were fucking her face. Instinctively Greta began moving her lips and hot tongue up and down on the throbbing hard on with all the aplomb of a seasoned cocksucker.
Her French lover was going wild with joy. He came in a sudden torrent and blasted a sharp volley of hot semen into Greta's unsuspecting mouth.
Pulling away quickly she spit the offending liquid out as if it were poison. Henri laughed.
"Don't worry, little one. You were unprepared for that. Next time you'll swallow it gratefully. I promise."
Greta only made a wry face.
"Would you stay the rest of the night?" he asked. "I'm good for it."
"All right," Greta agreed.
They slept only for short intervals as Henri kept waking Greta up for renewed sessions of fucking. He was eager to try all the positions with this choice morsel of pussy.
When morning arrived finally Henri got up first and put on the coffee to brew. Then he awakened a very sleepy and tired Greta.
She showered and dressed and came into the kitchenette for his prepared breakfast.
"Sorry to say good-bye to you, cherie, but I must get to my job. I'm afraid I will be late if I wait any longer."
"Good-bye, Henri," said Greta. "Don't worry. I can find my way out."
As he headed for the door Henri turned suddenly and said, "I don't know what your usual fee is, my cherie, but look in your purse. I think you'll agree that I have been most generous." He stepped out the door.
Greta was surprised. She ran and grabbed her purse to see what he meant. Sure enough, there was a big bundle of francs with a short note saying how pleased he was and that he hoped to obtain her professional services another night.
Greta burst out laughing to herself. She really had been good in bed after all. Her very first man, and he thought she was a full-fl-edged whore!
CHAPTER THREE
It was just about noontime when Ava Grant stepped out of her shower. She patted herself dry with a huge fluffy bath towel and then posed nude in front of the full-length mirror behind the bedroom door.
Carefully she scrutinized her magnificent tits for any sign of a sag or droop. Really she was too young to have to worry about such problems, but her body was very precious to her, so worry she did. Freud might have countered that it wasn't so much a worry over premature sag as it was an excuse simply to admire her perfectly sculptured form. Whatever it was, she was gratified to see that her fulsome tits, the tits that men loved to feel, suck and fondle, were as firm and unblemished as ever.
Then she studied the thick mass of curls covering her cunt. More than once she had contemplated shaving them off completely, the way so many showgirls did. But she remembered that one of her lovers with whom she had discussed it had advised against shaving the pubic hair saying that there was nothing sadder looking than a hairless twat.
Assured that she was still in good shape, Ava got dressed in order to go out to the airport which was only a short distance away. She had traded off runs with another stewardess so that she could get the New York run that evening. Bart Bronski had invited her to his Manhattan apartment if she ever got up that way.
Ava hoped she would be able to surprise him.
Finishing off a cup of instant coffee before locking up the apartment, Ava heard the front door open.
"Hi! Anybody here?"
"Nina, is that you? I'm back here in the kitchen."
A gorgeous brunette breezed into the small kitchen still dressed in her stewardess uniform. Her broad smile revealed even white teeth in an oval-shaped face dominated by incredibly beautiful violet eyes. She had often been mistaken for a younger and slimmer Elizabeth Taylor.
"Hi, Nina," greeted Ava. "I was just about to close up the joint. I didn't think you'd be in this soon."
"Neither did I," answered Nina, preparing herself some coffee. "Seems there was some foul weather along the way so we shortened the flight schedule and flew directly back to Miami. It's so good to get off my feet!" She sat wearily after pouring the hot water into her cup.
"You forgot something, didn't you?" teased Ava.
"Did I?" asked Nina with a puzzled look.
Ava giggled. "I mean about calling, silly. What if I'd had a gorgeous hunk of man in here when you sashayed in?"
"Oh, that," said Nina. "I thought about it. But then I figured that you or Greta certainly wouldn't be entertaining any gentlemen callers in the afternoon. Now would you?"
"As far as Greta goes, you're right. But don't ever be too sure about me," hooted Ava. "I had two sailors in here last night who'd still be here if I could've chained them to the bed."
"Ava Grant! Honestly, you talk so awful some times! You know very well you never had any sailors in here last night. Why do you want to make yourself sound like such a tramp?"
"You're right, Nina. There were no sailors. I just wish there had been, though. I slept alone last night for a change. It's not the greatest thing in the world."
"Listen to me," counseled Nina. "Someday, Ava Grant, you're going to get yourself into some bad trouble by picking up these characters in bars. I'm not going to try to tell you how you should live your life, but at least you should make the effort to be a little more discriminating. If you're going to sleep with a man you should try to find out a bit about his background first."
Ava laughed.
"Nina honey, when a good looking guy that I dig sidles up to me in a bar and puts his hand on my leg and I've got a case of hot panties, I don't give a damn who he is or where he's from. After all, I don't plan to marry the guy. I just borrow his body for awhile and he borrows mine."
"Still," said Nina, "one of these days I think you're going to borrow trouble along with that body."
Ava was miffed at Nina.
"Just keep in mind that I do what I want to do because I like it. It's my thing. At least I'm not hung-up on the same crazy kick that you are!"
Nina put down her coffee cup and demanded, "And just what crazy kick am I hung-up on, as you so quaintly put it?"
"All right," soothed Ava. "No need to get angry. We're just having a friendly discussion. All I was referring to is your driving ambition to snag a rich husband. You won't even go out with a guy unless he's listed in Dun and Bradstreet."
"And what's wrong with wanting to marry well?" asked Nina, her calm composure partially restored.
"Nothing, I guess, if you're lucky enough to find yourself a doll with dough," said Ava. "But look at all the fun you're missing out on by not dating ordinary guys in the meantime."
"I know what I'm doing," said Nina with her poise completely restored. "If I went out with just any guy there'd always be the danger that I'd fall for him. I don't intend to let myself get stuck with or by some schnook who hasn't got two dimes to rub together. With my method I know all my dates have the loot. If they also happen to be good looking that's just frosting on the cake. And if one of them turns into something serious, well, then my plan was worth the effort."
Ava gathered up the cups and saucers to wash them off and went on, "Listen honey. The only difference between rich men and guys without a lot of dough is that the rich ones have a fat bank account. Otherwise they're no different. They can all break a gal's heart."
"But that just proves my point," insisted Nina. "The only difference is the money. But what a difference! No matter how anything else turns out, my guy will at least have the one thing I want and need. Money. Everything else is secondary as far as I'm concerned."
Ava looked at her beautiful roommate and changed the tone of her voice as she spoke.
"I'm sorry Nina. I shouldn't be getting on you like that. After all, it's your bag, not mine. I just hope for your sake that you do find your Daddy Warbucks. In the meantime, though, just think of all those healthy virile young bodies waiting to be serviced. With your looks you could have your choice of studs. Doesn't the old urge get the better of you now and then?"
"I admit I'm not a virgin," said Nina, "but I'm not hung-up on the physical relationship like you are. Remember, wealthy men are just as capable of making love as those brawny-but-broke Adonises you collect."
"Well, I've really got to get moving from here," said Ava hurriedly. "I switched runs so I could get to New York tonight. I met a pilot last week who's out of this world. He has an apartment there and I'd like to get something steady going with him if I can."
"Okay, sweetie," said Nina. "And Ava, I'm sorry I blew up at you, too. But please ... do be careful. And good luck with your pilot."
Nina got undressed after Ava left and then took a shower. It was very warm so she lay down on the bed nude to think awhile.
Though she hated to admit it, Ava's words had gotten to her. Hadn't she often chastised herself for being greedy and a gold digger? But then she could always come up with reasons for sticking to her goal of finding a rich husband. She desperately needed the security only a lot of money could bring. That saying about money not buying happiness was just a lot of nonsense. Money could buy a whole lot of happiness, she was sure. At the very least it could make the unhappiness a little more bearable.
Above all, she didn't want to relive her mother's penny-pinching ways. She loved her dad very much. He couldn't help it that he never made much money. But just being nice and lovable isn't enough in this mercenary world. Nina saw that for herself. Her folks were constantly beset by creditors and her mother would never allow her the luxuries that so many other girls took for granted.
But all that was in the past. Her parents were now living on a Social Security pittance. However, they were adjusted to a life of shaving every dollar close. Nina sent them a few extra dollars each month out of her salary.
They were another important reason she wanted to marry a wealthy man. It was her dream to be able to surprise them one day with all the things they had never been able to afford in the past. Nina didn't kid herself though that her motives were entirely unselfish. She wanted to help her folks, but more importantly she wanted to help Nina Norton!
Looking down at her lush body Nina brought her hands up the length of it from her hips to her large, round breasts. She clamped her palms over the rosy nipples and kneaded the twin globes of resilient flesh.
Ava's words about young studs needing to be serviced still rang in Nina's ears. If her roommate only suspected how badly Nina wanted to feel free to service those male animals she'd be surprised. And probably shocked. At least she had been honest enough to admit to Ava that she wasn't a virgin.
And how she wasn't.
Her lover would soon be arriving, as a matter-of-fact. As soon as Nina got on the phone and called him, that is. And if he was able to shake his wife and family for the evening.
What would the precious Ava or sweet little Greta think if they knew that their roommate Nina was carrying on a red-hot love affair with a married man?
She had never intended to get involved with a married man, but by the time she found out he had a wife she was already crazy about him. Added to that was the fact that he was one of the richest men in the whole country. He owned real estate that most people couldn't afford to walk on.
And in bed he was every long inch a magnificent lover! But of course Nina couldn't tell Ava all that. Or could she? Maybe Ava would be more understanding than she thought. But Greta probably wouldn't like the idea at all. She was so prudish!
Calvin was his name! Or Cal as he preferred Nina to call him. He was rich and he was handsome and he was virile and he was still on the sunny side of fifty. If only he weren't married!
Nina remembered how they had met on that flight to Miami the month before. How he kept pestering her for one thing and another ... just to talk to her, he explained later on. She had done something with him she had never done with any of the others. When he asked for a date as he got off the plane she accepted readily. She just knew by his clothes and his bearing that he had to be affluent.
So what reason was there to check on him? If she had, she would have discovered beforehand about his wife and children. Though his picture had seldom ever appeared in public print, his wife's often did.
But at that time Nina never suspected that there could be any connection between the socially prominent Lucille Westerfield and the Calvin Westerfield she had just met. Or maybe she had just been kidding herself along. She was well aware that many married men passed themselves off as single when they dated stewardesses.
No matter, thought Nina. For better or for worse, she was now hopelessly involved with a man the financial pages referred to as a land baron and a real estate tycoon. It was a tycoon she wanted and it was a tycoon she got. Or had partially gotten, anyhow.
For he had promised that he was in the process of getting a divorce, but that "those things take time." Nina had read nothing about a marital split and Cal had assured her that in his set such things were not openly publicized. Nina found it all hard to swallow, but she hated to give him up or tell him he would have to make a choice. An ultimatum might lose him for good and she didn't want to do that.
Nina figured that sooner or later her youthful body and eye-arresting beauty would win him over completely from his attractive but middleaged wife.
He was a man of insatiable lust in bed. That was the reason he was upset with his wife in the first place. Mrs. Westerneld had a very low sex drive. For her part Nina was a girl who could maintain a cool outward composure that belied utterly her explosive behavior in the arms of a naked man in bed!
She got up and went to the phone and dialed his private number. He answered and was delighted to hear that she was back in town. He promised to be over in an hour or so.
Nina wondered how to greet him when he came in. Should she remain nude as she was and surprise him, or should she put on one of the sexy negligees he had given her as a gift? That was it! The negligee, of course! He had given the black lace one to her specifically because he said it stimulated him so to see her in it.
First she took another quick bath and doused plenty of the exotic expensive perfume on that she had gotten so cheaply on her last flight to Europe. Then she put on her black lace bra and the matching panties. Next came the filmy negligee.
Nina looked in the mirror to see how she stacked up as compared to either of her two well stacked roommates. Ava and Greta both had gorgeous bodies. There was no denying that. But then, weren't most stewardesses pretty easy to look at?
She was satisfied that she lost nothing in the comparison as she whirled around excitedly in front of her sexy reflection.
Busying herself, she made a pitcher of martinis just the way Cal liked them and placed them on the bedroom table. He liked to have everything handy. On the radio she found some soft mood music and left it on that station turned very low.
What else had to be done?
Of course, the bed! She ran into the bedroom again and yanked the cotton sheets off the bed and replaced them with the silk sheets in her dresser drawer that Cal had insisted on using. Then Nina used a can of air freshener to fill the apartment with a delicious, exotic odor.
For a lack of something better to do, Nina brushed her ivory white teeth again and finally relaxed on the sofa to await her lover.
When the chimes rang Nina shouted for him to come on in as she had left the door unlocked just for him. He stepped in the room, gave her a long loving look-over and whistled appreciatively.
She ran over and he swept her up off her feet and into his arms.
They exchanged endearments that reunited lovers often repeat over and over. Then Cal looked sober.
"You're certain we won't be disturbed?"
"Of course not, honey. Greta should be somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean at this moment and Ava will soon be on her way to New York. We've got the place all to ourselves."
Cal's brow furrowed. "You mean to say that Ava is still at the airport? What if they cancel her flight?"
"They won't cancel it, silly. I just got in awhile ago and the weather conditions were perfect. At least they were in the direction she's headed. So there's nothing to worry about. Besides ... if she did stay over for any reason she'd phone here first."
He held her tightly against himself and kissed her for a long time and then paused for air and said, "Let's hope that goddamn phone never rings!"
"Why?" she asked coyly. "You got something in mind?"
"You bet your sweet little ass I do," he said as he cupped her ass cheeks with his large palms and squeezed.
"Can you spend the whole night, Cal?" Nina asked hopefully.
He abruptly released her and turned away to get one of the martinis she had poured out.
"I'm afraid not, darling. It was just luck that I was able to get away this evening for a few hours. If you'd arrived any later tonight we would have been out of luck."
Nina found it difficult to mask the disappointment on her face as she pouted.
"Couldn't you make up some excuse?" she insisted.
"Ninakins, baby, we've been all over that. My wife is suspicious enough as it is. With me wanting a divorce she's sure there's another woman. If she finds out about us she could clean me out for a big bundle. I thought you understood all of that."
Nina pulled herself away from his attempt to embrace her again.
"What do you mean by your 'wanting' a divorce? I thought you were already in the process of getting one."
"I am, I am! I just phrased it badly, that's all. You just don't understand how technical and protracted a divorce procedure can be when there's so much money involved. And there's also the children to think about. Why, Lucy would let me have the divorce tomorrow ... no, make that today ... but only on her terms. She wants every last cent I've got. But I'll be goddamned if she's going to get it!"
"Well, you will have to give her some sort of property settlement, won't you?"
"Yes, Nina. But that bitch wants an arm and a leg AND both of my balls! Her pride is hurt more than anything else. You see, she enjoys being known as Mrs. Calvin Westerfield. She's afraid her goddamned social standing will be ruined by a divorce."
"I think I can understand her feelings," said Nina as she began removing his necktie slowly. "I'll be very proud to be known as Mrs. Calvin Westerfield myself."
He moved his hands freely over her body in side her lacy negligee and whispered in her ear, "You will be, sweetie, you will be. All we need is time."
Yeah, said Nina to herself. Time. That's all she ever heard. She was sick of the word. She loved Cal, but she swore to herself that if she ever found out that he wasn't on the level, she'd kill him or herself. Maybe both!
"Since you can't stay all night go ahead and get out of your clothes while I pour us another drink, honey. No sense wasting the time on useless talk, is there?"
He agreed as he began to disrobe.
Nina had already removed his tie, so he took off his conservatively styled, expensively cut, gray business suit; his shoes and socks and his dress shirt with the flowing tail. Then he pulled off his sleeveless undershirt and stood in the middle of the room in his formfitting nylon jockey shorts.
As she brought him a fresh drink, Nina couldn't help but appraise the sight of him as he stood before her almost naked.
He was an even six feet tall. In his mid-forties he still had the virile young body of a twenty year old man. A slight touch of gray at his temples blended splendidly with his full head of light brown hair. His broad shoulders tapered down perfectly as her bold eyes traveled along his body to the small hips and the long legs. The semi-transparency of his nylon briefs concealed very little of his generously endowed manhood. The movement of the material over the masculine bulge attested to the growing hard on within.
Nina's eyes met Cal's and wordlessly they knew what to do next. At his unspoken command she moved closer to him and allowed him to remove her few flimsy garments.
The negligee came off easily. Next he reached around her back and unhooked the bra. As it fell loose he moved his hands around her on her skin until he was shoving his palms under the cups and feeling those warm soft tits in the exciting flesh.
Without removing his hands from her body he brushed them lightly along her sides and pushed them under the elastic of her scanties and pulled them all the way off.
Now Nina was as naked as he liked to see her, stark naked!
He stood back for a moment in order to study and admire her bare, beautiful flesh.
Her perfect posture made her well-developed tits stand out even moreso in an open invitation to be fondled and sucked. Her dark hair, both on her head and around her snatch, contrasted dramatically with her creamy complexion. Her long legs were a perfect tribute to the flawless symmetry of Mother Nature's handiwork! Her entire body was exquisitely proportioned.
Cal raised his glass.
"I propose a toast to the next and the last Mrs. Calvin Westerfield."
"I'll drink to that," giggled Nina.
Putting down their empty glasses they both advanced to the bed together. Getting on top of the silky sheets they both stretched luxuriously at the soft smoothness under their respective bodies.
"Now tell me honestly?" asked Cal. "Have you ever felt anything nicer than that against your bare skin?"
"Yes, I have."
"Oh. And what was that?"
"You." And saying that she pressed herself up tight against his hard body and put her arms around his middle.
"Do you mean any man's body or one in particular?"
"One in particular. But in the meantime yours will do nicely," she teased.
"Ho, ho, ho!" laughed Cal facetiously. "I guess I really asked for that one. Why don't you do me a little favor. These shorts of mine are about to rip from the pressure building up inside them. How's about slipping your hot little hands in there and jerking them off of me?"
No sooner had he spoken than Nina was tugging the briefs down his legs and over his feet. Thus freed, his cock stood out between them like a marble monument. If the advancing years had taken any toll of him it certainly had not diminished his sexual capacity, but rather had appeared to sharpen it to some extent.
"I like to play with your whang," said Nina as she gently caressed it.
"Do you really?" he asked.
"Yes, really. It seems to have a life of its own. But of course you are its master."
"We've been to bed many times now, Nina, but you've never gone done on me. Wouldn't you like to suck it?"
He'd caught her completely off guard.
"I don't know. Honestly, Cal. I've never had a prick in my mouth before."
"Don't you think it's about time you gave it a try?"
"I'm not sure," she spoke defensively. "I like it. To look at and to feel and to have inside of me. But I don't think I could stand to taste it that way."
"Nonsense!" he insisted. "You should at least try once!"
"It's just too big! I could never do it."
"I see," said Cal. "That was always Lucy's excuse too."
Nina sat up abruptly. "You know you promised never to mention her name while we're in bed!"
"I'm sorry," he said. "It just slipped out. I was just disappointed. I had thought you were more of a woman than she, that's all."
He watched her expression closely. His intentional "slip" had made just the impression he had hoped for.
Nina knew what she had to do. No matter how repulsive it might seem, she had to suck him off in order to prove herself a better bed partner than his wife.
Naturally she couldn't tell Cal, but she had tried to suck a man off once before. However, when she got her mouth down to his waiting prick it became evident to her sensitive nose that he definitely hadn't bathed recently. She almost puked in her revulsion. A very bad scene ensued and that was the end of that date-much to her relief!
Cal was never that way, though. He was always at his best. Not that he didn't emanate a strong male odor around his testicles at times, but it was a clean, natural odor. Not one that could offend a lady's sensibilities.
With a tense, brave effort Nina brought her parted lips to the big knob of Cal's jutting hard on and took it inside her jaws. She ran her tongue hotly over the glans and slid more of the long shaft into her mouth. She relaxed as she realized that it was not offensive at all. That this was Cal's big cock in her face ... her lover ... and she wanted only to bring him pure pleasure.
After that timid beginning she progressed to a more agressive attack as she licked and sucked his throbbing tool with passionate fury.
When finally his hot nuts erupted and he blew his wad into her throat, Nina gulped the shooting spurts as quickly as they came into her mouth.
She looked up to see his expression and he was smiling broadly at her.
"Thanks, sugar," he said.
"I don't think I could ever do that for anyone but you," Nina said as she snuggled back up to his chest.
"You'd better not do it for anybody but me," he replied. "I'd never stand for an unfaithful wife, you know."
"How about you?" she asked seriously.
"What about me?"
"Would you be unfaithful?"
"Of course not, baby. You know better than that!"
"No, I don't, Cal. You're married now, and you're being unfaithful."
"That's different and you know it!" he exploded in anger.
"How is it different?" she asked calmly.
"You know I can't talk about it. Remember my agreement not to talk about her while we're making love?"
"You could certainly explain yourself without mentioning her name, couldn't you?" Now Nina was visibly upset.
"That would be impossible. She's the reason for my being unfaithful, that's all. With you it would be completely different. I wouldn't have to cheat on you."
"I wish I could be sure of that," spoke Nina.
"Isn't my word good enough?" he asked with irritation. He got up and went to pour himself another martini. Nina stayed on the bed and watched him.
"There I go again," said Nina. "Seems like I'm trying to find trouble before it finds me."
"I think that about says it!"
"Do you forgive me?" she asked pleadingly.
"You know, Nina, this sort of thing has happened the last two times we got together. Now I've told you I can't abide jealousy and suspicion. I don't tolerate it from Lucy, and you and I aren't even married yet!"
Nina wanted to chastise him for mentioning Lucy's name again, but she caught herself. No need to irritate him any more than she had already. If she wanted to inherit the title of Mrs. Westerfield and share in his wealth she'd better cool it on the bad habit she had of letting her sly digs grow into open nagging.
He looked over at her but she kept her peace.
"Haven't you anything more to say?" Cal asked.
"All I want you to do, Cal Westerfield, is to come over here and make mad passionate love to me."
"And there won't be any more discussion?" he asked a bit skeptically.
"My lips are sealed," she smiled.
Anger had shot all the blood to his head, leaving his cock hanging down limply. But the sight now of the naked stewardess on the bed was returning the blood rapidly to the place he could best put it to use.
Nina spread her legs far apart invitingly. Cal looked intently at her reclining figure. The mouth watering knockers that stood erect even in repose, and the wet ready and gaping pussy that yawned widely for the insertion of his again rigid dick, claimed all of his attention, his anger now forgotten.
He climbed onto the bed and onto Nina and neither of them spoke a word for the next hour as they tried valiantly to outkiss, outfeel, outlove and outfuck one another.
Though wrapped tightly in the throes of desire they would have said plenty if they even guessed who was just entering the front office of the motel!
CHAPTER FOUR
Fortunately for Ava there was a lull in the cold rainy weather that had been hitting New York for many days before her arrival. In her rush to leave Miami she hadn't packed a full northern wardrobe, so she borrowed a light top coat from a sister stewardess who was domiciled in the city.
It was close to midnight when her plane arrived and then she had had to wait at the airport terminal for the girl to bring her the coat. Since the other stewardesses lived at an apartment complex just a few blocks from the terminal, Ava didn't have too long to wait. She killed the time with a cup of coffee in the snack bar.
Ava gratefully accepted the coat and turned down the girl's friendly invitation to share her apartment for the night.
It was common custom for some stewardesses to exchange needed garments in unusual climates or living quarters as the case might be. But Ava definitely had other plans for that particular evening.
She looked at the phone number that Bart had given her before he left Miami. He had vehemently insisted that she phone him before coming out to the apartment.
Ava thought it over. She didn't want to upset him by not phoning in advance, but then how else could she really surprise him, she wondered. Seeing her standing there in the flesh in his doorway would surely soothe his wounded feelings. At least that was what she hoped!
It was getting close to one o'clock and Ava didn't want to wait too much longer so she hailed a taxi and rode out to the Manhattan address that Bronski had given her.
Inside the small vestibule of the brownstone apartment house was a nameplate that listed Bart Bronski and Ted Hytel in Apartment 3. Ava pushed the bell under the letter box a long while before the buzzer to open the door finally sounded.
When she found her way to Apartment 3 the door was standing partially ajar. Walking in the room she was greeted by a deep male voice calling from the bedroom.
"Christ, Bronski, I wish you'd stop losing your fuckin' key every time I'm all sacked out!"
Ava was afraid to move a muscle.
Obviously she had blundered very badly. The voice must belong to his pilot roommate he had told her about. And just as obviously Bart must not be at home. She stood motionless in the center of the darkened room afraid to speak out. She was trying to decide whether to flee silently or to stay and face it out.
Before she could make up her mind Ted Hytel had made the decision for her. He had just walked into the room completely naked. This was plainly evident as he had flicked on the light switch as he entered.
"Holy Christ! Excuse me!" he exclaimed as he ran back into the bedroom to get into a robe.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked as he strode back into the tiny but very well appointed living room.
"Please let me apologize," gushed Ava hurriedly. "I'm a friend of Bart's. We met in Miami.
I'm a stewardess. I just had a wacky idea about surprising him tonight. I guess it wasn't too bright of me."
The pilot looked her over carefully.
"Are you the chick named Ava?" he asked.
"Yes I am. Ava Grant."
"Hell, yes, Bart told me about you. I'm Ted Hytel."
How much did he tell you about me Ava wondered silently.
"I guessed as much. Bart mentioned your name to me."
"Listen, Ava, have a seat please. I'm sorry I barged into the room that way. I thought it was Bart coming in drunk when I didn't get any answer. He always has something salty to say when I razz him about forgetting his key."
"It's all my fault," insisted Ava as she turned down his offer of a cigarette. He lit one himself. "I really should have phoned here first as he wanted me to. Do you have any idea when he'll be back?"
Ted sat on the sofa and propped his long legs up on the coffee table in front. His robe gaped open under his legs revealing his naked crotch with the genitals dangling, but Ava said nothing about it though she was in direct line of vision.
"You're probably out of luck, Ava. Bart was supposed to be off for a couple of days and he was hoping you would show up here. He didn't think you'd make it till tomorrow, though, if at all. It would've worked out okay because I have a flight out of here tomorrow evening. But it seems he's high on the list of emergency eligibles and he went to the airport earlier tonight to see if they'd need him on that London run. I figured he'd already gone when I heard the doorbell and then I thought he'd just come back without being tapped."
Ava's face fell.
"Damn! I was at the airport at midnight or so. I wonder if I might've just missed him?"
"I doubt it," assured Ted. "If he left for London he had to wing out at ten-thirty. Want me to call operations and confirm if he's gone? He might just be out sloppin' up some beers with the boys."
"Please," said Ava.
Ted made the call and confirmed that Bart Bronski had indeed piloted the London run that same evening. He wasn't expected to return to the States for at least four days since he told the operations officer he had a swinging date lined up in London town.
Discreetly Ted told Ava about Bart's trip but not the information about his planned activities while in England.
"This just isn't my day," pouted Ava with a forced grin.
"Welcome to the loser's club," said Ted cheerfully. "I'm the charter member."
"Oh," said Ava. "You've got problems too?"
"You might say that. I just broke up with my steady girl today. We've been makin' it for about six months now off and on. But ... she wanted wedding bells and I just wanted fun. So as the man says, that's that. We made a clean break."
"I'm sorry," sympathized Ava. "I really should go, though. I've intruded on your privacy, I'm afraid." She got up and put her coat on to leave.
"Do you have to, Ava? I was hoping you'd hang around and keep old Ted company. I need some tonight. I wasn't in love with my gal or anything like that, but it does seen kind of lonely without her or someone else around. I'm basically a people guy. And you look like my kind of people."
"I better not," said Ava. "I've already disturbed your sleep enough."
"Bullshit! The only reason I was sleepin' was because I had nothing else to do tonight. Hell, I can sleep late tomorrow. Please stay. Have a drink or two with me."
Ava hesitated a moment. She was bitterly disappointed at not finding Bart at home. Ted was right. She had no place to go except to some bare and lonely hotel room. She surely didn't want to go barging in on her stewardess friend in the middle of the night after once refusing her offer of a place to stay.
"Well maybe," relented Ava. "For a little while."
"Nonsense," said Ted. "You might as well spend the night. There are two beds in there, and if you don't trust me, I'll sleep out here on the sofa. Now you can't argue against that, can you?"
His easy charm was getting to Ava. He smiled broadly and made her feel completely at ease.
She sat back down and let him mix a couple of drinks. As he worked at the small portable bar she took stock of him more closely.
He was certainly all man. His amply endowed crotch had already proven that to Ava's curious eyes. Now she examined his other externals from a short distance. He was as tall as Bart and built just about the same. But Ted's hair was wavy blonde and he had green eyes that captivated Ava, Not only was he very handsome but he exuded a strong, virile, animal magnetism.
How could his girl friend just give him up wondered Ava?
"Hope this isn't too strong for you," he said as he handed her the vodka collins. She sipped it.
"Ummm. Just right," was her appraisal.
"I'm world famous for my vodka collins," grinned Ted. "Bart told me the airline you work for. I used to work for them myself, but I had to leave at the company's request. The stewardesses just couldn't keep their hands off of me." He joined Ava in the laugh. Then he went on. "Seriously, a better deal came along, so I grabbed it. Besides, I wanted to be based in New York. This town has everything."
"New York is exciting," agreed Ava, "but I much prefer the climate down in Miami. I've gotten so used to going around without a coat that I had to borrow this one from a friend when I arrived."
"I dig Miami, too," said Ted. "Only for good times though. For the long haul I'll still take Manhattan. They've got everything I want and need right here."
"You mean they have more girls," teased Ava.
"Now that you mention it," he smiled, "that is one of the things I want and need. There are some awfully pretty ones walking around these streets."
"I don't know. Miami has its share also."
"True," said Ted. "If you're an example they sure have."
"Thanks, but you should see my roommate, Nina Norton. She's beautiful enough to be a movie star."
"I think you're downgrading yourself too much," said Ted. "But why don't you give her my name and address. I'd be glad to look her over anytime she gets up this way."
"You wouldn't stand a chance," spoke Ava smugly.
"You mean she doesn't dig handsome young studs like me?" he asked with a broad grin.
"Not unless you've got a million bucks. She's hung-up on getting herself a rich husband. With her fabulous looks, though, she'll probably do it. She sticks strictly to rich guys."
"Well now," countered Ted. "Airline pilots don't exactly get peanuts, you know. I've got a few bucks stashed away. Besides, a gal can't get warmed up in bed with a stack of dollar bills."
"You don't know Nina," said Ava. "I think money makes her hotter than any man could. She and I don't exactly see eye to eye on that score."
Ted was filling his and Ava's glass for the third time and his double strength vodkas were taking rapid effect on her. She was beginning to feel very much at home with Bart's ruggedly attractive roommate.
"What's the score with you and Bart, Ava?" asked Ted. "You got any thoughts about him as husband material?"
"Of course not! We just dig each other, that's all. I don't have any plans to get married. I'm having too much of a ball staying single."
"I'll drink to that," toasted Ted. "You and me think just alike, it seems. I say have all the fun you can while you're young and healthy. That marriage bit puts you on ice too soon. I'd never promise a girl marriage, but I can promise her that she'll have a real good time if she sees things my way," said Ted, eyeing Ava for her reaction.
"That's the way it should be," she said. "Completely honest and open. That way you can enjoy yourself without all these other hang-ups. You know what I mean? If a guy and a girl dig each other then why shouldn't they go to bed and have some fun if that's their thing. Do you agree?"
"She's getting loaded," thought Ted. Maybe he shouldn't take advantage of her condition. But then he remembered how vividly Bart had described her bedroom technique and his rising cock told him that all was fair in love and war. A prick has no conscience, he told himself.
"I'm with you, babe," he assured her. "All the way!"
Ava pursed her lips in a kiss.
Ted put his glass down and patted the seat beside him on the sofa. Ava came over and sat beside him and he casually slipped his arm around her shoulder.
"I'm gettin' in the mood, Ava, but I don't want to force myself on you," Ted whispered.
"I can see the mood you're in," she smiled, pointing to the tent growing in the lap of his robe. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be," she assured him.
"Then it's strictly laughs between you and Bart. I'm not the kind of joker who moves in on my roommate when he's out of town."
"Let's forget about Bart," said Ava. "He's far, far away, in another world. We're here. I'm pretty much in the same mood you are."
She reached over and caressed his bulging prick as it worked its way through the opening of his loose robe. He pulled the robe wide open so that she might stroke other areas of his naked, burning flesh.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he suggested.
Ava followed him in as he shucked off his robe and she stood there while he took her clothes off in a slow, deliberate manner.
When he got down to her undies he sniffed each garment as he pulled it off her fragrant skin. The sheer panties came last, and he held these to his nose for the longest time, taking a good whiff of the crotch.
"That pussy smell really turns me on," he explained.
"Not all guys feel that way about it," said Ava. "Some think it stinks."
"Some do," said Ted. "I've come across some rotten cunts. But most of them are like yours. Strong and musky, but just the right taste."
"Do you eat it?"
"I've gobbled more pussy than ten guys put together. Let me get my mouth near a juicy cunt and I lose all control."
"I like to have it sucked before I get fucked," said Ava.
"You've come to the right man."
Saying that, Ted began kissing her naked body with his lips open. He pulled her onto the bed with himself and slobbered all over her tits and worked his way down her belly until he reached her crotch.
He pushed her thighs apart and then he stuck his tongue out and lightly licked the hairs over her cunt. Thrusting it through the bushy curls he shoved it between her vulva lips and flicked it around inside her pussy in a rotating motion. His own lips were now pressed tightly and wetly over her pussy lips.
Ted had a longer than usual tongue and he exercised very good control over it. He could make it stretch full length and stiffen or he could curl it, twist it, bend it, or shape it in just about anyway he chose. One of his special tricks was to insert it inside a pussy all the way and then flatten and stiffen it all at once. It always brought a gasp of delight from the broad who was being sucked off.
Ava was reacting very much as he had expected. At one moment she would have her thighs scissored about his head and the next she would spread them far apart, crying for more.
Once he had warmed thoroughly to his task, Ted's tongue became a veritable dynamo of action. He pumped his mouth muscle in and out and around her twat with an amazing rapidity. Now and then he shifted the position of his lips but they mostly remained with a vise-tight grip on her cunt.
Ava stifled a shriek and moaned, "I'm coming, goddamnit, I'm coming!"
And how she came. Five orgasms in quick succession shook her body and also shook the hell out of the bed.
Ted had finished licking her off and his cock was standing at rigid attention, just aching to be surrounded by a wet cave of feminine flesh. Ava's pussy was just as anxious to receive the massive shaft into its secret depths.
Before he was able to put it in, Ava leaned down and took the head of his dick in her mouth and washed it completely with her tongue so it would slip into her hole with greater ease. Ted then poked his well lubricated rod between her legs until it found the door open to greet his entrance.
For Ava it was a supreme ecstasy to feel the long hard prong up her love hole after getting the passageway thoroughly greased with his talented tongue. The entire length of his organ slid in and out with an ease of movement that in no way lessened the tantalizing friction.
Ted also was benefiting from the heightened thrust of pre-lubricated push and pull which he had helped create with his "second prick" as he often called it.
Both naked pelvises were beating against each other and raising holy hell with the already overworked bedsprings. Many a naked female ass had bounced against the sagging mattress by Ted's pile-driving torso. Ava's wickedly wild ass was pitching back one of the most strenuous fucks that Ted had ever undertaken and he was enjoying every fucking minute of it!
He came ... and came ... and came in an endless river of semen that washed into Ava's body like giant waves when the surf is up.
She was weakened by the superhuman exertion of her nether limbs and she lost count of the shattering orgasms that wracked her quivering body until it had finally shuddered its last and fell into a welcomed repose.
Ted relaxed and looked over at Ava smilingly and he was the first to speak.
"Goddamn, baby, you could really bust a guy's balls with the action you deliver," he remarked with obvious respect for her mattress manipulations.
"You're not exactly an amateur yourself," she returned.
"Better than my roomie?"
"You would ask that! Does it really make any difference?"
"Not a hell of a lot, but I'm curious."
Ava hesitated before answering and then she decided to just tell him the truth as she saw it.
"You're no better, no worse. If Bart were here he'd be the greatest, as far as I'm concerned. But you're here so you're the greatest."
"You mean just any guy who's in the sack with you is the boy of the hour, is that it?" He sounded miffed.
"Oh, no! I didn't say that at all. I only meant that you and Bart are about even. Both great. I've been around enough to know true talent when I see it. You two have got it. But you don't need me to tell you that. You know damn well you're good in bed. So why ask?"
"Like I said," grinned Ted. "I'm curious. A guy likes to know he's delivering the goods."
"I thought only girls had to be reassured," teased Ava.
"All right, so I'm bluffing. So it's not just curiosity. I got a pretty good-size ego and I like to keep it well oiled," admitted Ted.
"I hate to say this," said Ava with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "but you really are as good as you think you are."
"Correct, baby. Except for that one word 'think'. I don't think I'm good, I know I'm good. There's a hell of a big difference!"
"Okay," said Ava, rising to her elbows and looking Ted directly in the face. "You're good. You know it. I know it. Now what about my ego? Unfortunately, I'm not as sure about myself as you are about you. Just how good do you really think I am?"
He laughed heartily at her remarks and rose from the bed to adjust the thermostat on the wall in order to get a bit more heat into the apartment. His balls dangled heavily between his thighs and his long cock jumped upward as he strode across the room.
"I'll just say this much for you, Ava. If you were the most conceited bitch in the world about your fuckability, I'd say you were well justified. I've had plenty of experience, take my word for it. And sometimes I've had to fight a dead ass just to get my rocks off. You just would not believe the lack of talent some broads exhibit in the sack. However, I've also fucked the best. I'd put you at the top of that category." Then he leaned over and spoke softly into her face which was now just an inch or two from his, "Baby doll, you have got the hottest goddamned ass I have ever pushed my impressive prick into!"
"I bet you tell that to all the girls," Ava straight-faced.
"Oh no!" insisted Ted. Then he let his stern expression turn into a mischievous grin. "Just to those who deliver!"
They exchanged a continuous stream of lighthearted banter for another twenty minutes or so and then they resumed their original posture on the rumpled bed for another session of uninhibited mating of their naked, sweaty bodies.
As dawn began to peek through the curtained windows, Ted and Ava lay sprawled together in a deathly still slumber.
A few hours later they awoke and Ava cooked a big breakfast for them to eat. She accepted Ted's invitation to remain with him until he had to leave for work that evening. After they ate Ted wanted to grab another quickie in the sack and Ava willingly obliged.
Then they dressed and decided to go out someplace.
Ava had been in New York before but had never really seen the sights, so Ted offered to give her the fast economy tour.
The two of them walked all over Times Square, window shopping and getting a big kick out of the weird characters who so thickly peopled the sidewalks of 42nd Street. They also enjoyed reading the provocative movie titles at the numerous grind houses that cluttered the thoroughfare.
"Have you ever seen so many queers and screwballs in one place in all your life?" asked Ted.
"Sure," answered Ava. "Sunset Boulevard in L.A. They call it weirdo-land out there."
"No shit," said Ted. "I've never made the Hollywood scene. I hear tell it's a real gas."
"It is. But after awhile you do kind of get tired of all the uncaged nuts roaming the streets. You begin to wonder whether you're sane or not."
"New York's a little like that sometimes. Still it's too goddamned exciting a city to let these freaks get you down. They're all supposed to be doing their own thing. I often wonder though just what the fuck their thing is!"
Ava colored slightly. She realized that she had been talking intolerantly of others and their weird notions when she herself so staunchly insisted on her right to be free to do her own thing.
"That's what makes the world go round I guess," she remarked.
"No, babe. This is what makes the world go round," Ted disagreed as he took her hand and put it discreetly inside his top coat and up against his fly. Ava left her hand there a moment to feel the soft bulge of his dormant genitals. But when his prick began to stir into life she pulled her hand away.
"I'd better not start something I can't finish," she said.
"We've got time for that yet," he agreed, "when we get back to the apartment."
"Where to now?" she asked as they stood on the corner of 42nd and Broadway.
Ted took Ava's hand and guided her across the street and along 42nd until they reached the Public Library. Ava admired the lion statues in front. He took her up the Avenue of the Americas and then back down Fifth Avenue. He led her in a circuitous route until they came to Grand Central Station. There they rested awhile on a bench in the waiting room.
Back on the street again he took her directly to the Rockefeller Plaza where they had lunch in the restaurant and watched the few ice skaters whizzing about the frozen rink.
Finally, Ted took Ava up to 34th street to Macy's where she wanted to browse and do some shopping. When she had made her purchases they went to the Horn and Hardart in the basement level and relaxed over a cup of coffee.
"Well," asked Ted. "What do you think of my city?"
"To crowded," said Ava. "But it is exciting. I really have enjoyed myself. You must be worn out if you give all your girl friends this whirlwind tour."
"As a matter-of-fact you're the first one who's ever received the daylight tour," said Ted seriously.
"Then I'm really flattered," Ava smiled.
"To be perfectly honest, Ava, I've enjoyed myself more than I have in a long time also. I dig you. We seem to be on the same wavelength. Just my tough luck that you're Bart's girl."
The smile left Ava's face.
"I thought I made it clear. I am not Bart's girl. He'd be the first to tell you that," said Ava insistently.
"I know, babe. But you did come to New York just to see him. I just happened to tye there, that's all. I mean, Bart will be returning one of these days. You're too good to be passed back and forth like a sweater or something. I just figure since you met Bart first he must have the inside track."
As he spoke, Ted looked strangely uncomfortable.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Ted?"
"What do you mean, babe?"
"Oh. Just your attitude. I thought maybe you were politely letting me know that the party's over after today and that I should address myself strictly to Bart after that."
"Hell no, kid. You're reading me all wrong," assured Ted. "All I'm trying to say is that last night and today I've had myself one hell of a good time. With a girl I can enjoy out of bed as well as in. I just wish it were possible to be able to look forward to more of the same in the future. But I'm not gonna fuck up my roomie to do it."
"In other words," said Ava, "I'm more than just a fast shuffle in the sack, is that it? You're feeling kind of the same way I do right now?"
"What's the way you're feeling right now?" asked Ted with his customary caution. He hoped it wasn't marriage.
Ava placed her hand on his across the small table.
"Just that I too want to look forward to some more of what we've shared these last thrilling hours. I don't have any tie with Bart and he has none with me. We're both free agents and owe nothing to the other. True that I did come just to see Bart. But in the future it could very well be just to see Ted."
"Swell," he said. "Let's just leave it at that then. Bart doesn't even know you're here so why bother to bring all that up. You'll go back to Miami and one of these days I'll get down your way or you'll get back up mine. We'll keep it loose. But we'll both have something special to look forward to, won't we?"
Her eyes answered him explicitly.
Employing some simple mathematics Ted quickly figured how many hours he had left before reporting to the airport for duty. Then he and Ava made a beeline for his apartment in order to get in some last minute screwing.
When they got back they took off all their clothes hurriedly and fell on the bed to make love. The first fuck was rather fast and furious because of their anxiety.
Having quickly released the pent up passions they had been carrying around all morning the naked lovers began to take things more slowly and deliberately.
In a supreme test of their peak endurance, Ted and Ava tantalized the living shit out of each other with a hot, sultry, fiery and much prolonged fuck that ultimately brought them to a near heart burstingly satisfying orgasm.
Later on, Ted bid Ava good-bye as he put on his pilot's uniform and she remained in the warmth of the passion soaked bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
At the motel registration desk the couple registered as Mr. and Mrs. John Bacon. The man who was younger looking by several years than his female companion paid the clerk and took the room key that was offered.
The two registrants turned from the bored and sleepy desk clerk and found their own way to the room number indicated on the key. It turned out to be a single bedroom apartment at the far end of the court.
"I've never been so frightened in all my life," said the attractive, middle-aged female, after they were safely behind the closed door of the room.
"What the hell is there to get all shook about, sister?"
"You may very well be used to this kind of thing, Roy, but I'm not. If my husband even suspected or if any of my friends knew, I'd be ruined socially!"
The young man assumed an arrogant stance. In his late twenties, he had a full head of wavy hair with long sideburns. The hair was jet black and oily looking. His face was tough but crudely handsome. He reeked of animalism.
"Listen, babe," he said, "we can waltz right the hell back out of here if you don't wanta go through with it. I'm not that hard up for a piece of ass!"
"Must you keep referring to me as babe and sister and terms like that? Call me by my name.
And why must you always be using foul language to express yourself?"
He plunked himself casually on the edge of the single bed and bounced up and down, testing it, and then fell back on his elbows.
"Okay, Lucy it is from now on. I just thought you didn't want me to slip up and call you that in the wrong place. As for my so called foul language, this is the way I talk. I say what I think and I don't need no high falutin' broad tellin' me different. If I wanta say shit I say shit! Now if you don't like that just shag your ass out the goddamned door!" he spit out.
She had made him angry. There was only one way she knew to console him in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, Roy. I know I shouldn't expect you to change yourself overnight just to suit me. This is the first time I've ever cheated on my husband and I guess I've got the jitters," Lucy said as she stepped over to the bed and put her hand caressingly on his leg.
He lay back and spread his thighs apart while she spoke so that she could let her hand roam freely up his leg and over his crotch. He never got tired of having a female hand groping around his groin to feel his cock and balls. His most prized possession was the king-size genital endowment that nature had bestowed upon him.
"All right," he said good-naturedly again. "So why all the goddamned talk? We came here to fuck so let's fuck!"
Suddenly she giggled like a schoolgirl.
"I just wondered," said Lucy. "Where in the world did you ever dream up that name John Bacon?"
"Pretty good eh?" he grinned, revealing large strong white teeth. "Only I didn't make it up.
There really is a cat by that moniker. Once when I was hitchin' my way through Detroit I found a wallet with some I.D. with this cat's name. So I kept it. Comes in handy now and then. Johnny Bacon doesn't know it but he's been booked for vagrancy in six goddamn states! I never use my real name with the fuzz."
Lucy looked frightened again.
"Do you really have a criminal record, Roy?"
"Not criminal, babe. Vagrancy! That's nothin'. Besides, it's all under this other joker's name. My name is clean on the police blotters."
"It still doesn't sound right to me," she said in a quiet tone.
"Now look at me, Lucy," he said, grinning broadly as he did so. "Do I look like a goddamned criminal? Is this the face of a criminal? Is this the basket of a criminal?" he asked as he placed his hand obscenely over his bulging crotch.
He got the expected laugh which released her tensions. She lay down beside him and controlled her giggling long enough to say, "You're the craziest man I've ever met, Roy. Of course you don't look like a criminal. Would I be here with you if you did?"
He let that one pass. Let 'er believe whatever the goddamn hell she wanted to believe, he told himself. She wasn't a bad looking broad for her age and he sure could use the bread that she was gonna pay him. That reminded him.
"You know how I had to shell out for this goddamned puny ass room?" he asked.
"I know," she assured him. "I saw you give the man the money. I told you I'd reimburse you when I paid you the other, didn't I?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "I just wanta make sure you didn't forget our little arrangement. Some broads try to cop out after they get what they want."
"Well, I don't plan to cop out as you put it," stated Lucy. "I've always been a woman of my word."
Roy was irritated by her haughtiness.
"Oh yeah," he said sarcastically. "So how come you're sneaking around on your old man? Ain't he got balls enough to give you a little jazzin' hisself?"
"We're not here to discuss my marital difficulties," she stiffened with indignation. "But if you must know, my husband and I have been growing apart physically for some time. I don't know what the problem is. I suspect he may be seeing another woman, but I don't know for sure."
Roy noticed the hint of a tear well in the corner of her eye. He sat up and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Look, Lucy," he offered. "I ain't no educated guy like your old man probably is, but I ain't exactly dumb either. You know what I mean? I seen a lotta broads in the same boat you're in. I'm not complainin' mind you. That's how I make my livin' ... puttin' out for broads who ain't gettin' what they want at home. What I can't understand is why don't you and the old man hop in the sack together one night and really throw it to each other. Let yer hair down and let 'im know that you're there to get your ass pumped! Maybe that's all he needs."
"You do have a colorful way of putting things," said Lucy. "However, I'm afriad you don't understand our problem. It isn't because he doesn't want to make love, it's the way he wants to make it that caused our difficulty."
"How was that?"
"I'd rather not go into that," Lucy begged off.
"Why not? Christ! You got a problem, you gotta talk about it to somebody. Why not me? You sure as shit ain't gonna shock me, you know."
Lucy got up and went over and removed the bottle of whiskey from her large purse. She opened the half pint and looked around for glasses to pour. There were two water glasses in the kitchenette which she used. At his request she poured twice as much for Roy as for herself.
"I'll tell you what it is, Roy, but there really isn't anything to discuss. He just wants me to have sex with him with my mouth, and I wouldn't dream of such a thing." Roy laughed as she said it and she glared at him. "It isn't funny! Oh, I'm no prude. I enjoy sex with a man very much. Otherwise I wouldn't be here with you now."
"So what's the big deal?" asked Roy after gulping down his entire drink. "All he wants you to do is suck 'im off. Hell, he's your husband isn't he? So ... suck the guy off!"
Though she had been sipping the whiskey, Lucy suddenly drank hers down and poured them each another.
"It's perverted and disgusting! I'd never do a thing like that. Because he is my husband hel should respect me and not ask me to do things of that degenerate nature!"
"Haven't you ever even tried?" asked Roy.
"Of course not! What do you take me for?"
"A woman, goddamnit! That's what! I've had more broads swingin' on the end of my dick than you can count. And every goddamned one of 'em enjoyed it. Who ever filled your head with all that degenerate shit?"
"I don't doubt that you have," said Lucy, as suming her aristocratic manner and tone, which irritated the hell out of Roy. "But I was brought up to be a lady. Only prostitutes and such degrade themselves with that type of low behavior."
"Oh man!" exclaimed Roy. "No wonder your old man's gettin' his nookie someplace else. If you can't come across with a little thing like a blow job why shouldn't he? I've eaten a lot of pussy in my time and I can't see anything wrong with a broad helpin' herself to a mouthful of cock now and then."
"You see," said Lucy. "I told you we couldn't discuss this. You're a man. Naturally, you'd see things the way my husband does. You have no respect for a woman's feelings."
"What if I wanted you to suck my cock?" asked Roy belligerently.
"Out of the question!" said Lucy sternly.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your bowels in an uproar," Roy quickly added. "I'm not askin'. You're payin' me so you have a right to call the shots in bed. All I'm pointin' out is that your husband DOES have the right. Get me? If he wants you to ream his fuckin' asshole with your tongue then you should ream his goddamned asshole and enjoy it. That's what married life is all about."
"How would you know anything about marriage?" she asked disdainfully.
She had him there. He'd never been married. So how the hell would he know, he asked himself.
"Okay, so I'm shootin' off my big mouth. So let's forget your old man. We came here to fuck, remember? Not to solve your problems at home."
"May I remind you that you're the one who insisted on the discussion. Not me." She was still peevish.
Finishing off a third drink which also finished off the bottle, Roy pulled Lucy back onto the bed with him. When she started to speak he shut her up by pressing his mouth to hers and thrusting his tongue practically down her throat.
After their tongues had made a mutual exploration of each other's mouth they broke for air. Meanwhile, Roy's big hands were busy rubbing themselves feverishly all over her body.
"Let's get out of our goddamned clothes," he ordered.
They each undressed themselves. Roy, very quickly ... tossing his clothes helter-skelter. Lucy, slowly ... carefully folding and laying aside each garment.
Since he was naked first, Roy lay stretched out fully on the bed and watched Lucy.
He had the lean, hard body of a longshoreman. The muscles of his arms and legs and chest were well defined. His stomach was flat and very firm. A fuzzy patch of black hair filled the center of his chest between the nipples and a thick bush of ebony curls jutted from his pubic region. His long cock kept growing even longer and thicker as desire welled up in his loins.
A skull and crossbones tattoo decorated his left bicep and a broken heart was tattooed on his right calf. He knew the effect his brawny physique had on women and he luxuriated in the hungry glances that Lucy kept shooting in his direction. He got a big charge out of showing off his naked body. He'd made more than a few bucks for himself posing for some phony nudist magazines.
It got him all hot and bothered just thinking of those posing sessions at the phony nudist camp in California.
Answering an advertisement in an under ground newspaper for nude models, Roy had been sent to this guy's big estate in Laurel Canyon along with three other guys and about five stacked broads. When they got there they stripped off their duds and romped around the swimming pool and tennis court and the house while the photographer kept snapping pictures.
They had a blast. Most of the time he and the other guys had to wait a few minutes for their hard ons to go back down. That problem was soon solved when the gals took turns sucking the guys off so that they could pose with at least semi-limp dicks. Yeh ... that had been fun, all right. Maybe he ought to head back that way after he got enough bread together, Roy promised himself.
"Well!"
He was jolted back from his reverie by Lucy's voice.
"Well what?" he asked her.
"I'm ready," she said. "Or hadn't you noticed?"
"Oh, I noticed, babe. I noticed. That's a swingin' birthday suit you're wearin'. Come on and get next to me here."
She lay down at his side.
He kissed her again and ran his hands freely over her now exposed flesh and squeezed and fondled her tits. They were very fulsome and would probably begin to sag in another year or so. But now they were still reasonably firm and gave only slight indication of the uplift needed by her bra.
Roy sucked the nipples as she moaned with pleasure.
Gradually he worked his lips openly all over her body from her neck on down to her belly and thighs. Just for the hell of it to test her re action he took a couple of fast licks at her twat. She made no objection. Apparently she didn't consider it degenerate to get herself sucked or for him to suck her.
But old Roy wasn't about to waste his tongue talents on this haughty bitch, he told himself! She was laying out bread just for the standard treatment and that's what she was going to get.
When she was all steamed up from the foreplay, Roy got over her body and guided his swollen prong to her twitching cunt. Despite her lady-like talk she really was hot for a big dick. That was evident the way she swallowed the whole thing up her pussy as Roy easily pumped it in.
Like the reliable well-hung stud that he was, Roy fucked the hell out of her until he could hold off no longer and he blasted his nuts off ... pumping a jet stream of jism up her twat.
Shortly after he shot off, Lucy herself attained a mild but effective orgasm.
Then they rested awhile, which gave Roy ample opportunity to recharge his depleted batteries. Normally he would be ready to go again in five minutes or so, but Lucy didn't give him any oral or manual assistance the way most broads did. With his pants on she couldn't seem to get enough of playing with his dong, but naked ... she hardly touched it. Not with her hands anyway.
Dutifully he got it up again eventually and threw her another good fuck. All in all he delivered three good fucks before they decided, or rather she decided, to call it quits.
Roy himself was feeling good enough for the whole night. But Lucy had to return home she insisted. Her husband was out on business she said, but he might return any time and she wanted to be there.
She got up and dressed without bathing. She was in too much of a hurry, she explained. Looking in her purse she took out a roll of bills and gave them to Roy who counted carefully and smiled.
The bitch was generous anyway, he thought.
"Aren't you leaving?" she asked.
"Naw. The room is paid for. I might just as well sack out here the rest of the night. You can grab a taxi around the corner."
"Well...." she said hesitantly. "Thanks for everything."
"My pleasure. If you ever wanta look me up again, I'm usually in that same bar at the same time. If I'm not you can ask the bartender how to get in touch with me. He'll know."
Lucy's body felt better after having released the sexual tensions that had built up gradually over the past sexless months, but her conscience was not appeased. Guilt tore at her inner being as she slunk out the doorway and tried to walk casually through the motel court.
As she was waiting to hail a cab in front of the motel, Calvin Westerfield, her husband, was at the door saying his fond farewell to Nina Norton.
CHAPTER SIX
Nina, Ava and Greta sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and discussing the party they had planned for that evening.
"I think I ordered enough liquor from the store," said Nina, "but if it runs out, the package store is only a half block away, so I don't think we have to worry about that."
Ava chimed in.
"Good girl. Greta and I'll make some potato salad and cheese dips to go along with the snack crackers we got. I don't think we should go too heavy on the food, though. I'm pretty sure everybody will be concentrating mostly on their drinking. You know how those pilots and mechanics are."
"How about the invitations, Ava?" asked Greta. "I don't see how you were able to manage."
"No worry about that," assured Ava. "There'll be plenty of people here. Besides the ones we've invited personally there's a notice on the bulletin board over at operations for all incoming airline personnel, letting them know that for tonight at least this is where the action is."
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" queried Nina. "Suppose we get bombarded with too many people? This apartment may not hold them all you know."
"I'm way ahead of you," said Ava smilingly. "I've already checked at the front office here and they've given us permission to hold our party around the swimming pool. That way we won't have to clutter up the apartment too much. Of course we'll have to allow anyone else who comes along in on the party also ... you know, other guests at the motel ... but that's no problem. Should make it more fun. With this weather it'll be better outside anyway."
"What about serving the food and drinks?" asked Greta.
"No problem. We can take out so much at a time and keep coming back to the apartment for more as needed. Also, the apartment can be used as a dressing room for those who want to change into swim suits. I think it'll be an ideal arrangement myself," enthused Ava.
"Greta and I owe you some thanks," said Nina. "You've done so much of the work involved. I feel almost like a slacker having done nothing but order the booze."
Greta nodded agreement.
"Nonsense!" insisted Ava. "I just happened to be the one on the spot with the most time to spare. Either of you would've done the same. Besides ... it isn't very often the three of us are all together here to do something like this, so I think it should be something special we can all remember and treasure, don't you agree?"
Nina and Greta agreed heartily!
"Have you kids got dates lined up?" asked Ava.
"I'm waiting for a call from mine," said Nina. "So far I've only gotten a tentative maybe from him. If he can't make it I'll latch onto some prosperous looking man at the shindig."
"I wouldn't count too much on that," cautioned Ava with a grin. "At this kind of party you get the biggest turnout of freeloaders in the world.
There aren't too many millionaires working for the airlines."
"I know only too well," laughed Nina. "I was only kidding, though. I'm pretty sure my guy'll come through, otherwise I'll do a stag."
"I wasn't aware you had someone special," remarked Ava. "I'm very anxious to meet him. Tell him to be sure and wear his money belt so I'll recognize him."
"Oh, you and Greta'll both meet him eventually," said Nina. "But when you do ... just remember that he's mine! All mine!"
"Well ... it must be serious," said Ava with just a hint of cattiness in her voice. "What about you, Greta? Got a clean cut young man all set for the big bash?"
"As a matter-of-fact I have," returned Greta, ignoring the dig in Ava's tone of voice. "He's a mechanic over at the airport who's been trying to date me for a long time. I decided to invite him as my escort tonight. He's going to come on over after he gets cleaned up after work."
"You girls are just full of little surprises, aren't you?" asked Ava. "I'm glad though. With your own boy friends you won't be fingering any of my talent. I've got two pilots flying in this evening if their schedules don't change at the last minute. They're both so dreamy I don't know which one to choose. Maybe I'll keep both of them."
"Careful!" warned Nina. "Two guys at the same time could spell trouble. We don't want any fights at this party, you know. Maybe we ought to line up another stewardess for one of them."
"Oh no you don't!" Ava ordered. "These guys belong to me. There'll be plenty of other girls at the party. If one of my pilots wants to try new territory he'll just do it on his own, but I'm not about to pave the way for him. I haven't decided which one I'd rather keep to myself yet."
Nina didn't look any too happy about it but she said, "Okay, do what you want. But please don't let them cause any trouble or disturbance. If my guy thinks there's the slightest chance the thing might get out of hand or that the police might be called in he'd never consent to come. And we certainly don't want to get ourselves thrown out of this convenient apartment."
"Don't worry, I'll keep the lid on if things take the wrong kind of turn," assured Ava.
"Well, if you girls will excuse me I have to go get my hair done," Greta said as she rose from the table.
"I've got a few million errands myself," remarked Ava who also made ready to leave.
"Let's all try to be here at eight o'clock at the latest, okay?" asked Nina.
After agreeing when to begin the festivities each girl went her separate way to take care of her own personal concerns. Greta to the beauty parlor, Ava to some shopping and Nina remained at the motel apartment to await her expected phone call.
She busied herself with a self-styled home permanent while biding her time. Her thoughts dwelt mainly on her married lover, Calvin Westerfield.
Nina was secretly afraid he'd refuse to come to the party after what happened on his last visit. It seemed he'd just begun to walk out of this courtyard to go for his car which was parked several blocks away when he spotted his wife in front of the office getting into a taxi. He rushed back to Nina's apartment to tell her about it and to let his nerves settle down with a good stiff drink.
Why had she been there, Cal wondered naturally enough? Had she possibly followed him? Did she know all about Nina? And if so, why was she leaving without confronting him?
He was torn with anxiety and Nina tried her feminine best to soothe him. She suggested that his wife might've been in that neighborhood simply to shop at the Global Import Shop which was close by the airport. Cal seized on that as the only possible explanation. His wife did go crazy when shopping for all those foreign knickknacks. Of course! That had to be it.
He was still visibly worried though when he left Nina's to return home. In their one phone conversation since then he said his wife had never given any indication one way or the other, and he certainly wasn't about to introduce the subject to her for fear of too many probing questions that would necessarily arise as to what he was doing in that particular neighborhood.
So ... though his wife made no accusations nor betrayed any hint of mistrust ... Cal was a bit wary of visiting the apartment for awhile. His efforts to get her to meet him at another motel were vehemently vetoed by Nina. She would not sneak around like a whore, she said. Either he came to see her or not at all. She didn't want to sound too independent with him lest he pick up all his marbles, but she knew he'd only respect her for having the guts to draw the line somewhere.
So she patiently put the curlers in her hair and listened intently for the hoped-for ring that would let her know he had relented and would come to the party.
But Nina wasn't the only one of the trio of stewardesses that had her mind .consumed with the thoughts of a man and his reactions.
Greta was sitting under the dryer at the beauty parlor with an open movie magazine in her lap but her eyes looked blank as she stared off into space. In the magazine she'd just seen a picture of actor Steve McQueen on his motorcycle and it reminded her very much of her intended date that evening. Joe Cross was a mechanic for the airline on which Greta worked and he drove a motorcycle and strangely enough he was almost an identical twin of McQueen's, Greta had suddenly noticed.
He was an animalistic, virile specimen with quite a reputation as a skirt chaser among his fellow workers. His rough good looks and boyish grin caused many of the girls to look twice when they first met him. No one had the slightest doubt that he had a lengthy string of conquests.
That was partially the reason that Greta would never accept his offer of a date before. She didn't want people to think that she was just another of his sexual conquests. Her other reason was that she was deathly afraid he really would try to add her to his list if she went out with him.
She couldn't help admiring him but she kept herself at a safe distance at all times.
But times change and people change with them.
Paris and Henri had changed Greta. Wonderful Henri had mistaken her for a whore and had taken her home and paid her for an evening in bed. It was such a delicious and delightfully funny episode that Greta only wished she might one day be bold enough to share it with her girl friends.
How surprised Henri had been that same eve ning when he returned to his apartment to find everything neat and tidy and to find Greta waiting for him in bed.
Since she'd only had one more night left on her own before flying back to the States, Greta had gone to her hotel and picked up her few belongings and brought them to Henri's place. Then she worked all day cleaning his mess up.
Was Henri surprised! Surprised at finding her there, surprised at his tidy pad, and most of all, surprised at having this delicious tart return his bundle of francs and reveal that she was not really a poule at all.
"Sacre bleu!" he shouted. "I am one lucky son of a bitch!"
And so Greta had spent another glorious night in Henri's bed learning the glories of the art of love. With his capacity and hunger for variety Greta had learned more from him in two nights than some girls learn in a lifetime.
The very real memories of Henri fucking her flooded Greta's mind and blended with her imaginative concept of how it would be when Joe took her to bed.
And he certainly would. At least she hoped he would. It would be very disappointing to get herself all primed for action, so to speak, and then have Joe Cross turn out to be a perfect gentleman.
The very thought startled Greta. To think ... she was having such thoughts, she reminded herself. But then, she also reminded herself, she was the new Greta. The old Greta was dead and hopefully gone. Maybe her reputation fould suffer the consequences, but at least she'd be living. All her girl friends seemed to be getting the most out of living and there was no reason she shouldn't do the same.
She knew she was rationalizing and making lame excuses for her new code of behavior but the memory of Henri and the thought of the masculine Joe served to quiet her conscience at least temporarily.
On that basis she settled back and continued dreaming her daydreams of her new sexual independence. So what if Ava thought she was a prude. She'd soon learn better. And wait till Ava got a load of Joe Cross. Greta was sure they had never met yet. A man hungry girl like Ava was certain to drool at the sight of his rugged good looks and shaggy charm.
But while Greta was wondering how Ava would react to her date, Ava was busy herself wondering if either of her own two choices would really show up for the party.
She was in a department store trying to pick out a new outfit just for the party that night. She wanted something casual but colorful and striking. It had to let the men know that she was all girl ... in case they didn't already suspect as much.
Ava had gotten a telephone call from Bart when he had returned from England. She had told him that her roommates were expected in and that the three of them were throwing the party. Bart had promised that he would try to fly down and bring Ted with him if he could, as they would both be free at the same time.
The promise had alternately made Ava happy and afraid. She was naturally happy at the prospect of seeing either or both of her favorite lovers, but she was also afraid that the two of them might be trying to force some sort of showdown.
For her part, Ava liked them both too much to make a clear cut choice between them. When she was in bed with Bart he was her favorite. But when she was in bed next to Ted he took over the favored spot.
Out of either bed Ava only looked forward to sleeping with the next one she was fortunate enough to run into. But how would that work out with the two of them being not only in the same city at once but in the same party ... as her dates?
Maybe she was worrying needlessly, she thought. Perhaps one of them wouldn't be able to make it. Or maybe Ted would realize the sticky situation himself and decide not to come down.
She wondered briefly if Ted and Bart had by any chance compared notes on her. She knew that Bart had told Ted about her. Probably everything. Ted had admitted as much practically when she met him.
But Bart was only telling Ted about his, Bart's, girl. If Ted told Bart what happened while he was out of the country it wouldn't be the same ... hearing of his escapades with his own girl friend.
Men thought differently about such things though. Maybe they trade off girls quite a bit. Maybe Bart was only putting her on by saying he was bringing Ted along. Maybe, maybe, maybe!
She knew one thing for sure. If a salesgirl didn't get busy and help her soon, she'd scream her head off!
Ava did finally manage to make her purchase. It was a two piece slack suit of many psychedelic colors. The material was very soft and clingy. It felt so good against her skin when she tried it on that she decided she'd wear no undies underneath that evening.
She was able to return to the motel long before the appointed time and she found that Greta had already returned also.
The three girls were enjoying some small talk over their cocktails when the phone rang.
Nina froze in her seat and let one of the other girls grab it. Inside herself though she kept hoping that she'd hear a voice say, "Here, it's for you, Nina."
Instead, Ava handed her the receiver and made silent motions to the effect that the call was for her. As they always did whenever the occasion arose the other two girls drifted out of the room into the kitchen so that Nina would have some semblance of privacy.
"Hello, Cal," Nina said in answer to his greeting.
"Nina, honey, I don't want to beat around the bush. I've thought long and hard about this little party you're giving tonight, and much as I'd like to be with you, I just don't see how it could be possible."
"But why not?" she asked with her voice tremulous.
"It's my wife. She has some sort of club meeting to go to tonight, and I thought it might be better if I stayed at home. I'm still not convinced last time was as easily explainable as we thought. We really shouldn't take any chances."
"It just won't be a party without you, Cal. Can't you understand that? Not for me it won't. Now all the other girls have their dates coming and I'd like for them to meet you. There's absolutely nothing to worry about that I can see."
"I told you, Nina, my wife will be out. How the hell do I know where she'll be? I certainly didn't expect to see her where I did that last time! Maybe this time she'll spot my car or even see me before I see her. It's just too damn risky."
Nina began sobbing quietly but Cal could hear her muffled sounds.
"Now don't turn on the tears. You know I can't stand that," he insisted.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I had counted so much on your coming tonight. You can't know what a disappointment it is to me to know you won't be there."
"You've really got your heart set on it, haven't you, Nina?"
"Of course. I love you. I wouldn't care if nobody else showed up at all."
"Neither would I, frankly. You're the only one I care to see, doll baby. I'll tell you what. It may be foolish on my part, but I'll come for at least an hour or so, okay? I don't want to stay too long. I'd like to be here when Lucy ... I mean my wife, returns."
"Oh, that's wonderful, Cal! I promise you won't regret it. Even if you only stay long enough for the girls to meet you I'll be happy. The party is going to be out by the pool so maybe we can get a few minutes together inside the apartment. It'll be vacant as soon as the party begins to swing."
"Outside? Oh no, girl. That would be too dangerous. Whether my wife saw me or not I can't tell who else might put the eye on me. I'll stay in the apartment and meet the girls and then take off. I would like it though if you and I could have at least a short time in private. It's been too long for me. I'm liable to rape you right in your living room in front of your roommates!"
"I wish I could count on that. I'd love for them to see just how much of a man I've got for myself."
"Well, don't get carried away and start selling tickets just yet. I'd still prefer privacy."
"Okay, darling. Things should be getting under way by at least eight thirty so try to get here then. That way you'll miss the big crowd and you can get away before they start rolling in. The girls'll be too busy serving the guests I hope to bother us while we ... talk."
"See you then love. Bye."
Nina whirled about the room in a dance step as she called her roommates back into the parlor. She was floating on air and couldn't suppress her excitement.
As Nina settled back down to earth she looked at her smiling friends and decided to be honest with them because she felt she just couldn't keep it all in any longer. Also, they'd naturally wonder about the strange circumstances under which her lover would be visiting and departing so abruptly so she reasoned that if they knew the facts they'd understand and sympathize.
"Greta ... Ava ... I have something to tell you both in the strictest of confidence. My boy friend is Calvin Westerfield. Now, maybe that name doesn't ring a bell, but he is pretty well known around the country. He'll be here early tonight and I want you to meet him. I'd like to have at least a half hour alone with him, as we have things to discuss. You may as well know ... he's married. But he and his wife have been estranged for some time even though they still live under the same roof. Now I know what you're both probably thinking to yourself. I'm running around with a married man and asking for trouble and all that jazz. I've thought all those things myself. But believe me I do love him and I believe he loves me. We plan to get married just as soon as he gets the divorce. I hope you two won't hold it against me because I'm really serious about this." Nina said it all in a rapid-fire burst, afraid that one of the girls might interrupt her before she was through. She carefully noted their startled and surprised reactions.
"Is he worth it?" asked Ava.
"You mean is he rich," said Nina. "I don't blame you. I have been after only rich men. The answer is yes. He's one of the richest men around. But I want you to understand that I do truly love him. If it was only his money I just wouldn't be that concerned about him. As it stands, I'm all torn up in knots about him. I do like the idea of marrying into all that wealth but I'm afraid I've also fallen hopelessly in love."
Greta came over and put a comforting hand on Nina's shoulder and added her two cent's worth.
"I don't know what to say, Nina. I just haven't had enough experience with men, I guess. I wouldn't know how to cope with a situation like this. But you're our friend. We're on your side, no matter what happens."
"That goes for me, too," put in Ava.
"I'm anxious to meet him," said Greta. "Why doesn't he stay at the party tonight? Nobody here knows him, do they?"
"No," answered Nina. "But it's all kind of complicated. Too long and involved to go into. Please trust in me and don't let out a whisper of what I told you."
The girls promised not to divulge Nina's secret.
"Now," spoke up Ava, "if I would only hear something from one of my dates for tonight. They should be on their way by now. I thought sure they'd call if they couldn't make it. I can hardly wait to see if they get here."
"Mine is supposed to show up around eight or so," said Greta. "I want both of you to meet him. He's one of the top mechanics for the airline."
"Who told you that?" asked Ava.
"He did," smiled Greta. "He's not the bashful type."
"One of those, huh!" shrugged Ava. "I just hope you two girls get the chance to meet my two pilots. You'll both be eating your hearts out. If they don't make it tonight I think I may just kill myself." She laughed and the other two joined her.
Ava's lovely ears would've been burning though if she could've heard the conversation concerning her that was going on in New York at that precise moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Inside their Manhattan bachelor apartment, pilots Bart Bronski and Ted Hytel sat in their underwear and passed a fifth of whiskey back and forth. They were just about half in the bag.
"Operations sure got things fucked up!" said Bart. "Maybe we oughta call the cunt and let 'er know we won't be able to arrive till close to ten tonight."
"Hold your water," said Ted. "Let her wait. Keep her guessing awhile longer. It's good for her."
"Yeah. She's some broad all right. That's about the best goddamned fuck I've had in some time, buddy boy. She really knows how to rotate that cute little ass of hers. When we hit that shindig tonight I'm gonna take one drink just to be polite and then I'm gonna take her into that bedroom and fuck the shit out of her. Yes sir!" He downed another long blast from the bottle.
Ted eyed his roommate and asked again.
"You're not pissed off, then?"
"Why the fuck should I be pissed off?"
"You know. About Ava and me. Like I told ya. It just happened. I wouldn't try to screw you out of anything."
"Shit! She's just a broad, man. Nothing to get all futzed up about. If I know Ava, she fucked you. You didn't fuck her. That baby loves her cock!"
"I still think it'll be better if you go alone."
"Oh no you don't," insisted Bart. "We already went over all that shit. We both go and that's that. We're gonna show that broad that when she takes on two roommates she doesn't know what she's in for. We're gonna give her sweet little ole ass a real one, two! I'll even give you your choice. The front door or the back door."
"I thought you were going to fuck her right off the bat?" asked Ted.
"I am ... I am! But that broad's got more than one fuck in her and I've sure as hell got more than one fuck in me. You'll see. We'll wait till she's in just the right mood. Then we'll spirit her off. I tell you Ted, we'll have that fuckin' cunt screaming for mercy!"
"I hope that's all she screams for. I don't want her screaming for the fuzz."
"Ted, my boy, you worry too much. The only reason she'd call any cops is to have them join in on the fun. She's got a twat that'll eat your dick clean off! But I forgot. You already know that. You sly bastard," said Bart with an evil grin. "I no sooner leave town than you're up here plowin' the hell out of one of my cunts!"
"You said that you didn't care. Remember?"
"Of course, buddy boy. So don't be all up tight! I'm just kidding ya. If our positions had been reversed, you should pardon the expression, I would've done the same goddamn thing myself. Don't sweat it."
"I'm not sweatin' it," said Ted a trifle irritatedly. "You just keep bringin' it up, that's all."
"Okay, okay. We'll drop it. We got plenty of time to talk about Miss Hot Pants when we get on the plane tonight. Let me tell you about my London trip. You wouldn't believe all the fuckin' action going on over there!"
Ted got up and stretched. His jockey shorts were glued to his pelvis with sweat. With one hand he yanked the material loose in the crotch and scratched his nuts.
"Man, I need a shower bad. Hadn't we better go ahead and get dressed, Bart? It's gettin' late you know."
"Relax, buddy. We got lots of time yet. Sit down and have another drink. Don't you wanta hear about London?" Bart asked him.
Ted peeled off his shorts and wadded them into a tight ball and tossed them into the bedroom. Then he lay down on the couch on his back.
"Okay," said Ted, "but I wish to hell you'd turn down that goddamned thermostat! I'm sweatin' my nuts off in here!"
Bart obliged by going over and changing the dial on the thermostat and then he resumed his seat near the sofa in order to tell about his experiences in England.
"That English cunt is the greatest, man. I mean those broads put out like there's no tomorrow! This other pilot ... I forget his fuckin' name ... anyway, he fixed me up with this date. He tells me to play it real cool as the chicks over there don't like you to come on too strong. So I gave it a try. The broad wasn't bad looking. Kind of a plain looking face on her but a swell body. Tits out to here, man. And an ass that just made you gnash your teeth in pure pleasure. I mean, she had one hell of an ass! This guy had done so much talking about her on the flight over that I had a goddamned hard on a mile long when I got off the fuckin' plane. (Ted chuckled at that) You can laugh, man, but it was pretty fuckin' embarrassing I'll tell ya. I'm not kiddin'. Even with my overcoat on that son of a bitch was standing right the hell out there. Made me look like I was pregnant. Anyway, I let this other guy and his date steer us around. His gal was pretty ... prettier than mine ... but too goddamned flat-chested. Of course the guy confided in me beforehand that he digs little tits. Every man to his own bag, I say. As long as my gal had a healthy set of jugs and a fuckable ass I didn't give a shit what his broad looked like. So we hit some of the strip joints in the Soho district. Man, that is really somethin' else. Those babes peel right down to their goddamned birthday suits! I mean, nothin'! No pasties, no G strings, no nothin'. They don't even have their cunts shaved off. Some of 'em even reach down while they're dancin' and pull the lips of their twat open wide so's you can see that it's all them. Well now you know every guy in the fuckin' place is sittin' there with his cock at attention. With all those naked tits and twats being pushed in your face man, what the hell else can you do? Anyway ... my chick was a lot raunchier than his. I mean, she didn't give out with all this phony lady-like crap. As a matter of pure goddamned fact, she was just the opposite.
"While these broads are on the dance floor pumpin' their pussies around, Ardis, my date, was busy with her hand in my lap feeling up my stiff dick. She even unzipped my pants and pulled it out so's it could stretch out to full length. Then ... before I know what the hell's going on ... she slips out of her chair and onto the floor under the table. Nobody could see her because of the big tablecloth. You can guess what happened then. She undid my pants at the waist and pulled them down to my ankles along with my shorts. Then she got between my legs and started suckin' me off to beat the band!
"That broad had talented lips. She licked my cock with such finesse I thought sure that when I started to come it was going to blast off to the moon! Either that or knock her head right straight through that damned table top! But she didn't let up an inch. When I did come, my nuts were gushin' up a fuckin' geyser of hot cream that she just swallowed sweet as you please without missin' a beat. Then she squeezed my balls until she had wrung out every last goddamned drop!
"Now I ask ya? What the hell more could a guy ask? I tell you there's nothing like enjoying a good skin show and getting your dick sucked at the same time. She knew her business too, this Ardis. After licking me clean she wiped me dry with her handkerchief and pulled my pants back up and fixed them so nobody would even know that I'd ever had them down. My buddy's chick played it cool the whole while. She knew what the hell was going on under that table but she wasn't about to go down on her knees in public. Her name was Meg and she kept trying to give the impression that she was above all that kind of shit. You know the kinda broad I mean. Acts like her shit don't stink! But when you get her off by herself! Wow!
"Well, Meg was just that kind. I found that out later on that night while we were in a hotel room. My buddy took off to get us some booze and Ardis went with him to show him the right place to go. That left Meg there alone with me. Naturally I was feeling no pain and my old dong was stiffer than a lead pipe. I decided that I might as well try to get in Meg's pants while the other two were out. I soon found out though that Meg had the same idea about me. She came over to where I was stretched out on the bed and she sits down and starts in playing with my hard on. I was afraid I might shoot in my pants so I opened them up and pushed them all the way off along with my underwear. Meg gets busy and takes the rest of my clothes off so's I'm naked as a jaybird.
"That fuckin' dame must've had her lips dipped in fire. I mean they really burned when she wrapped them around my cock and began suckin' me off. I've had some hot lips in my days but these were the hottest! And this gal gave an even better blow job than Ardis did. She took her own goddamned time about it. First she'd tease the head of my dick with her tongue ... then she'd swoop down suddenly and run her tongue all the way down my cock. After she got it all wet and juicy she started sliding her lips up and down and all around. She made sure she didn't miss tastin' any part of it, including my balls underneath! Like I said, she started out kinda slow ... just lettin' her lips move over my hard on in a loose, juicy fashion. I didn't think I could do it, but damned if she didn't cause my dick to grow another two inches in length and another half inch in diameter!
"I had a log on me that just wouldn't quit! When she saw she had gotten me to the highest fever pitch, she began to really lay it on me. Her lips tightened up into a goddamned suction pump on my prick and almost tore the fuckin' thing off me the way they kept pumpin' away! She was able to take the whole thing in her head, too, and she swallowed my entire dick at times as she slid up and down on me like a fuckin' locomotive. She made me come like I never came before. My nuts exploded and I was pumpin' out jism like a fire hydrant that's been turned on!
"While she was finishing me off, Ardis and my buddy came in the door and saw us together on the bed. I was afraid then that the whole world was gonna explode right in my face ... but I was wrong. He didn't say anything and neither did Ardis. Then I realized that they probably tore off a piece of their own while they were out.
"He poured us all some drinks and then he shucked off his duds and in the meantime, Ardis had stripped down naked also. The four of us were just as bare ass as could be. I had taken Meg's clothes off myself while she was blowing me and maybe you don't think that was a project! Anyhow ... after gulping down some booze in a hurry ... we all piled into the big double bed and paired off. Me with Ardis, naturally, and him with Meg. It's a good thing it was a strong bed because when we all began pumpin' our asses and fucking, that bed and the floor and the walls just shook like jello. We nearly knocked the whole goddamned building down!
"Man! I fucked Ardis and he fucked Meg. Then we traded off and I fucked Meg while he fucked Ardis. Then the two broads went after each other like two lezzies. They weren't kiddin' either. Meg ate Ardis' pussy like it was a dish of pudding and Ardis returned the favor by lickin' Meg's cunt inside and out. While they were humpin' the shit out of each other my buddy and me rubbed up against their asses with our cocks gettin' harder and longer every min ute. They were pooped after suckin' each other so we just put 'em both flat on their bellies and went in the back door. I don't know how Meg was, but Ardis had an ass that sucked in my dick like a vacuum cleaner on full throttle! I pumped about nine full inches of stiff dick up her bunghole before she yelled that it was too much. But I was too far gone then and I just kept fucking away until I had planted the whole stiff prick inside her asshole. She was squirming around under me like a buckin' bronco. She said I was splittin' her body up the goddamned middle. Hell! I knew better. She was enjoying the hell out of every goddamned inch of it. When I tried to draw it out she just up and swallowed it again. I thought I'd never get my cock back outta there. She had the hungriest asshole I've ever fucked. And you know, man, I've had my dong up a lot of assholes when it wasn't up somebody's cunt or in their mouth.
"I'm not shittin' you, Ted, we stayed in that hotel room for three days straight just fucking and sucking and every goddamned thing else you can think of. When we finally left there my nuts were squeezed dry as a bone. I didn't think I'd ever raise another hard on the rest of my life."
As he finished his long narrative, Bart noticed for the first time the condition of his roommate. Lying on his back Ted's cock was standing straight up and was aimed at the ceiling.
"Sorry I got you all worked up, buddy boy," said Bart.
Ted turned his head and looked at Bart Bronski.
"I'll say one thing for you, Bart, when you tell a story you don't omit any of the juicy details. How can you tell a tale like that and not get a hard on yourself?"
"Are you kiddin'?" asked Bart, uncrossing his legs and pushing forth his pelvis. His shorts were stretched to the bursting point with his imprisoned erection.
"That's great," said Ted. "Here we are with great big hard ons and not a broad in sight. What do we do now?"
"I don't know about you but I intend to get mine taken care of right now," said Bart.
"How?" asked Ted.
Without answering, Bart picked up the telephone and dialed the number of the apartment house manager's office.
"Hello. Mr. Atkins? This is Bart Bronski ... yeah, I'm at home. Say, has Ethel gone home yet or is she still in the building someplace? Oh ... she is. Good. Would you please send her here right away. We have a little something extra for her to do. Tell her we'll pay for the overtime. Okay ... we'll be waiting. Bye."
"You mean Ethel, the colored maid?" asked Ted.
"Sure! She's a pretty good piece of ass, man. I've had her a couple of times while you weren't here and I was temporarily hard up. Haven't you ever tried that stuff?"
"No," answered Ted. "As a matter-of-fact I've only seen her once. She's no great beauty, as I recall."
Bart jumped up in a frisky manner and prodded his buddy to get up off the sofa.
"So she's no beauty," he said. "So what?" That dark meat is there in all the right places. And she sure knows how to swing that black ass of hers. Man, you ain't had pussy till you've had black pussy!"
"A change of luck, eh?" laughed Ted.
"You can bet your motherfuckin' ass on it!" said Bart.
"Think she'll take on the two of us?" asked Ted.
"Why not? We're willing to pay, aren't we? That little ole colored gal would take on a whole goddamned army if they had the price. And she told me she likes white cock a lot. She said she gives it to her black soul brothers for free though. Us white cocksuckers has got to pay through the nose! That's the way she put it," chuckled Bart.
Ted stood up tall and naked with his dick still sticking out rigid and stretched his arms.
"I don't know whether to get sucked or fucked," he said.
"Get both, man. Ethel's good at both."
"Jesus H. Christ, Bart! We got to save something for later, you know. We won't be any fuckin' good to Ava with limp dicks. I don't know about you, but I do have a limit."
"Relax, Teddy boy. You can't expect to carry that hard on all the way down to Miami with you. Just let Ethel get it down for you in her own way. You'll have plenty of time on the plane to recharge your batteries," assured Bart.
And while Bart was thus assuring his roommate, the colored maid knocked at the door. Bart answered it and she walked right in ... unconcerned that he was in his shorts and no more. Nor did she flinch at the sight of his bulging crotch. She knew what the overtime work was that he had planned. And she knew from past experience that he would pay well as he always did.
She did stop short though when she saw Ted standing inside the bedroom with his naked back to her.
"Who's that?" she asked Bart.
"My roomie. You know. You've seen him around here before."
Ethel hesitated. She didn't mind putting out for Mr. Charlie the white man ... but she didn't care for the idea of two men in there at once. How did she know what they were up to?
"I know you but I don't know him," she told Bart.
"That's easy enough fixed," he answered. "Ted," he called, "come on back in here and meet Ethel."
Ted turned and walked in the room with his cock now at half mast. "Hello, Ethel," he said.
"Hello," she returned, but not without the hint of suspicion still in her voice.
"You don't have any objection to taking care of us both, do you? We'll pay you for a double job," Ted went on.
She hesitated and then was reassured by Bart's friendly grin.
"Okay. But only one at a time. None of this double up shit. I don't like to have more than one dick sticking in me at one time. We'll do it in the bedroom and the other'll wait out here in the living room. Okay?" She looked at them both intently to make sure they understood her instructions.
"Sure," said Bart. "We'll flip a coin to see who goes first. I'll take heads."
Ted had to go get a coin out of his pants pocket in the bedroom in order to flip. It came up tails which meant that he had first crack at Ethel.
They went into the bedroom together and Ethel insisted that Ted close the door. It wasn't that she minded being watched ... she just wanted to make sure that Bart didn't get all excited and suddenly decide to come on in and join them in bed. She definitely wanted only one man at a time poking his big dick into her black body.
She also insisted on taking off her own clothes without any help. She folded them neatly on a nearby chair and then climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide open.
At first Ted was puzzled as to what he should do. He never just climbed on and fucked a girl. He liked to french kiss and feel her up and go through all the foreplay to get her ass hot and ready.
But Ethel was a different story altogether. He'd never kissed a Negro before and he wasn't sure he'd like it or if she'd even want him to. She did have a sexy body. Nice tits and a jet black patch of fur around her twat. He didn't really feel any desire to suck those hard, blackish-pink nipples though. He didn't know what to do.
"What's the matter, white boy? Change your mind?" asked Ethel, wondering why he was holding back.
Ted decided to be candid.
"To tell you the truth, I've never been to bed with a colored girl before. I'm just not too sure what I should do."
Ethel sat up and looked disgusted.
"I don't know how it is with your precious white girls, boy," she said. "But this is how it is with us black bitches. These two things here are my titties. You can squeeze 'em or suck 'em if you want. Right here between my two legs is what we black folks call a pussy. Now you're supposed to take your white man's cock and get it hard and push it up my black pussy just as hard and as far as you can. Then you keep pushing and pulling until you feel like your balls are going to explode. Then you'll shoot off into my pussy and that'll be the end. That's how we black people fuck. Do white people fuck different?"
Ted didn't mind her abusive tone. He was sorry he had offended her.
"Look," he said. "I didn't mean any insult. I just didn't feel right about this in the first place. Bart talked me into it. Right now I don't think I could perform very well anyway."
Ethel agreed. His cock was no longer even semi-rigid.
"Guess it's not your fault, white boy. I just poor mouthed myself out of a little easy money, that's all."
"Oh no," said Ted. "I promised to pay you and I will."
"No," insisted Ethel. "I may need the money but I'm not gonna take it if I haven't earned it. Sure you don't wanta give it a try? Ethel'll help you."
"Thanks, Ethel. How about a fast hand job. I'm really not up to anything more than that right now. But I'll still match what Bart's paying you. It's worth it for you not to tell him about you and me. If he knew what happened he'd razz the hell out of me. Is it a deal?"
She agreed.
Then he laid on the bed while she took his cock in her hand and proceeded to caress it till it was hard again and then she jerked him off with a vengeance!
That brought up Bart's turn.
He came in and fucked her with all stops out. Ted and Bart paid Ethel and sent her on her way.
The two roommates were cheery as they bathed and dressed for the trip to Miami. Each in his own way wondered how Ava would react to the little surprise they had planned for her that evening!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucy Westerfield asked her husband Cal to call a taxi to take her to the Woman's Club. They had four cars at their disposal in the garage but she had never learned to drive and didn't intend to start now. Cal preferred to do his own driving and she had long since dismissed the chauffeur for a breach of discipline.
Cal offered to drive her over but she refused. Their personal relationship had deteriorated to the point where they no longer even argued with each other. Quite the reverse. They were exceedingly polite and formal whenever they found themselves in each other's company.
Cal wanted to hire a new chauffeur for Mrs. Westerfield immediately, but she vetoed the idea.
"I prefer taxis, thank you," she informed him.
So Cal went along with her on the issue. It simply wasn't worth a long and protracted argument to him. He drove and he had no trouble getting around. If she stubbornly wished to rely on cabs, that was her business. And it saved him another salary paid out to a chauffeur. They had enough servants as it was.
The taxi came and Lucy got in and directed the driver to the address of her Woman's Club building. It was a very private organization that catered only to the social elite. The yearly dues alone were enough to scare off anyone with only a million or less in the bank.
Lucy Westerfield had her damn good reasons for not wanting her husband to hire a new chauffeur for her. It was because of nights like this when her plans definitely did not include someone following her around who knew her or her husband.
She was an officer of sorts at the Club and had a small office there. Though her duties were mainly of a social nature she occasionally dropped by to take care of any paper work that she didn't wish to leave for her secretary. Her luck was holding up. When she walked into the three story building, she saw her best friend, Marge Cowan, in the lobby.
"Marge! How nice to see you! You look wonderful!" exclaimed Lucy as if they hadn't met in months.
"Lucy, dahling! That pink outfit is divine. You must tell me where you got it," came back Marge, not really caring where Lucy bought her pink suit.
"Oh, I've had this old thing for ages! Tell me, how is Morton these days? Haven't seen you two for a few weeks now."
"He's the same," said Marge. "I trust Calvin is all right? He seemed a bit distant last time I saw him."
"You know Cal," answered Lucy. "Always got his mind on business affairs."
Because of their difficult and strained personal relationship Lucy and Cal hadn't been giving too many parties for quite some time. The few they did give ... purely for the sake of social obligation ... were becoming more and more just exercises in boredom for the visiting guests who could feel the tension in the Westerfield household.
Lucy and Cal thought they were putting on a good front and fooling their friends into believing that all was well and good in their marriage. But they couldn't control suspicions or rumors and both were growing stronger everyday. Though Lucy hadn't seen fit to confide in her, Marge knew that Lucy and Cal were having marital difficulties. She wasn't going to raise the issue though if Lucy didn't. After all, she was having enough trouble with her own husband, Morton, and she certainly didn't want to discuss that problem with anyone!
"I'm really sorry I can't talk to you longer, Lucy, but I must run. Morton should be coming by any minute to pick me up out front. Give my love to Cal, won't you?" said Marge as she made a beeline for the front exit.
"That's okay," called Lucy. "I just came by tonight to clear up a little desk work. Say 'hi' to Morton and I'll be calling you soon."
Then Lucy spoke casually to a few other friends and acquaintances that milled about the spacious room. Finally she went to her small office in the rear of the building and checked through her accumulated letters and such. There was nothing urgent to be taken care of so she slipped out the back door of her office and out the rear door of the Club. It led onto a narrow, deserted side street. She walked quickly to a nearby cab stand and directed the driver to take her clear to the other side of the city to a big shopping center.
Lucy paid the cabbie and sent him on his way. Then she walked right past the stores in the shopping plaza and went down three more blocks until she had reached her destination.
There it was. The Limehouse Bar. A notorious hangout for pimps and prostitutes. Especially male whores! The bar where she had previously picked up Roy.
As she walked in, all eyes turned to look at her. The patrons were used to a lot of odd sights but they weren't too used to seeing a well dressed bitch like that walk through the door. In their world, though, nothing was ever really surprising.
Instead of sitting at the bar, Lucy took a small table by herself and ordered a whiskey sour.
When her eyes had adjusted to the dimness she looked around the crowded place. There was no sign of Roy. So she sipped her drink and bided her time. A couple of young men had drifted over her way, individually of course, and had asked if she wanted some company. She politely declined.
It had been a major effort on her part originally to go out with Roy. She certainly didn't want to go through the same ordeal with a stranger.
Though she sipped her whiskey sour slowly ... just nursing it along ... eventually it was gone and she ordered another. She was getting impatient and hoped that Roy would show up soon.
There were reasons for her uneasiness. The way the young men kept staring in her direction. And what if someone recognized her from newspaper photos? It was quite possible, she reasoned, that even in that disgusting hole someone might be aware of the society pages.
Idly, she glanced over to the bar closest her table. A handsome young man was perched on the stool with a drink in his hand and he caught her eye. He swung around on the bar stool so that he faced her fully. Suggestively he spread his legs wide apart and projected his crotch toward her obscenely. He was wearing the new mod style of clothing and his pants were skin tight and the crotch was burstingly full of his masculine charms. With the clinging way the material of his pants fit there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination as to just how much ... and it was plenty ... he had to offer.
Lucy quickly averted her eyes. It wasn't that she was disgusted at the sight, but it was having a definite effect on her. After all, the only reason she had dared come was because her sexual hunger was again beyond containment.
Her body ached for a man's cock to penetrate her cunt and to bring her the needed relief to go on with her sexless farce of a marriage!
While she waited for Roy to show up she thought some more about her predicament. About how she had come to the point of almost destroying herself.
As Mrs. Calvin Westerfield she had enormous wealth, prestige, influence and social status. But other society marriages were rocky. If she had to seek a lover, why not one from her own set ... a man of social standing and manners? One with whom she could feel more at ease. Certainly some of Cal's so-called friends ... even the married ones ... had made rather discreet advances to let her know that they were available.
But that was absolutely out! Too dangerous! Seeking out a male prostitute certainly wasn't her idea of an aesthetic way to appease her sexual frustration but it did appear to be the safest. It was in a world far removed from that of her friends and relatives. No one knew her personally and she knew them only as much as she dared let herself. The first time she had come to the Limehouse she had been deathly afraid of being recognized and was appalled by the grubbiness of the place. She was especially upset by the open sensuality and blatant sexuality of the customers in their approach to strangers.
Now she was partially over her fear of discovery. She had set up a perfect alibi at the Club in case Calvin checked.
God! she thought. She was beginning to think just like a criminal as well as act like one. Setting up alibis no less. She had sunk to a depth she had never suspected herself capable of. Not only was she deceiving her husband and her friends, she was deceiving herself. By giving in to the intense lust that had welled within her recently she was taking a chance on destroying everything she had. Her marriage could be dissolved in disgrace ... her children would be terribly hurt and even worse, taken from her ... and even if she didn't get caught she was becoming ... no, had become, a cheating, deceptive two-faced woman!
For one grand self-recriminating moment she was almost convinced that she should simply get up and leave, never to return to the Limehouse or any place of assignation.
But it was only a brief moment. Roy walked into the bar. Smiling, handsome and boldly arrogant, he strode immediately over to Lucy's table.
"Hi pussykins!" he greeted her as he threw one long leg over the back of a chair and sat down.
"The name is Lucy," she reminded him in a low tone of voice.
"Oh yeah. Lucy. I call broads pussykins a lot of the time because I forget names. You know.
The traffic gets pretty heavy. Who remembers names anyway?"
"But you do remember my face?" she asked sarcastically.
"That I do. It was the motel at the airport...." he said as he made a face as if trying to recall. "You were the broad who doesn't like to suck. Am I right?"
"You don't have to broadcast it!" she whispered in an agitated tone of voice.
"Relax, sister. Nobody here is payin' any attention to us. They're all here to make a connection of some kind. While you were here alone they mighta been interested. But now you got me. They'll concentrate on someone else. After all, you can't connect with someone who's already connected. Get it?" he laughed.
"I still wish you'd lower your voice a little. For my sake, at least, if not yours."
"Okay babe. So how the hell are ya? I been expecting you to show up again. I'm surprised you held out this long," he said cockily.
"Why should you have expected me?" Lucy asked. "I hadn't made any such plans last time we met."
"Well, I had. Remember? I told you that I could always be reached here. I knew you'd be back. They always come back for seconds after Roy takes care of 'em." His broad, conceited grin irritated Lucy.
"I just happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped in for a drink," said Lucy, determined not to admit to him that she had been dreaming constantly about his healthy naked body making savage love to hers.
"You mean you didn't come here just looking for me for a date tonight?" he asked blandly.
"Not particularly," she replied. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction!
"Okay, I'll be seeing ya then," he remarked casually as he began to rise from his seat. "I'd better get busy and rustle myself up some action."
Lucy panicked!
"Wait!" she yelled, immediately sensing the stares of the other customers at her outburst. "Please sit back down!" she then said softly.
His face split wide open in a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin!
"I wasn't going anywhere," he stated.
"But you just said...."
He interrupted her and said, "I knew you didn't mean what you said. Just in the neighborhood!" he mimicked. "What a crock of shit!" His smile had disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. "You came here tonight to look for me, babe! I know you wanted me cause otherwise you woulda had one of these other jokers over here rubbing your leg. Let's not play any more crappy games with each other. If you really came to get fucked tonight then I'm your man. If not ... just spit it out and don't waste my valuable time!"
Lucy was speechless. How dare he speak to her like that? At the same time she realized that she accepted his crude behavior and humiliation only because of her own strong sense of guilt.
"You're right, Roy. I came here just for the one purpose. I'd appreciate it if we could leave this place and get on with it. I may as well not try to fool myself any longer. I want your body very much." She looked more sad than happy as she said it.
"That's more like it. Maybe I'm not too bright and maybe this ain't the most respected profession in the world, but I do my job and I do it good. I have to take enough crap without all this bullshit about how all this is just something that popped into your mind a minute ago. Like all the other broads, you got hot pants and your husband can't cool 'em off for you. Okay? You come to me and I do the job. And when you come back to me it's because I delivered the goods. You can bet your sweet ass that I can give you what your cunt needs to keep it happy. So how's about treating me like I'm somebody ... a person ... instead of just a piece of shit you stepped on accidentally!" Roy burst out in a low but forceful voice.
She took a long look at the young man and suddenly saw him in a new light altogether. He was right! She had been treating him shabbily. Maybe he was of low character and in a most ill-reputed line of endeavor. But he was human. And if he were guilty of anything at all ... wasn't she just as guilty? Despite the sordidness of what he did for a living, at least he was honest and open about it. He wasn't cheating on anyone the way she was.
Roy was a male whore and proud of it! Who was she to look down on him or anyone else for that matter, she asked herself! Lucy silently berated herself for taking out her guilt feelings on a poor human specimen who'd already been dealt with harshly enough by the fateful finger.
"Roy, you're absolutely right," said Lucy. "I promise not to talk or act like that again. My reason for coming to you is because of my own inadequacy, not yours. Forgive me if I let off a little steam now and then, but I have been feeling rather sorry for myself lately. I guess it's affected my good judgment."
"You can let off all the steam you want to, sister," said Roy. "Just make sure it's not aimed at me. Besides ... there's nothing wrong with you that a good session in the sack won't cure. Once you feel my salami sliding between your legs you'll forget all your troubles!"
Lucy had never cared much for dirty talk but somehow when Roy talked that way it got to her. Not that she liked it. She didn't! It made her uneasy. But in a peculiar kind of way it did help to excite her. He was such an animal, such a brute! Maybe that was it. His sheer come-on-strong undiluted brand of virility was just the tonic for her frayed sexual longings.
She wished she could be as casual as men were about their extra-marital affairs. She was certain that if Cal really were meeting and making love to other women that he never hassled with his conscience about it as she did with hers!
"Let's blow this joint," said Roy. "You take the guys and I'll take the girls," he said, laughing at his own stale humor.
They went outside and looked for a taxi.
"You still don't wanta come up to my place?" asked Roy.
"No. Let's go to that place we went last time."
On their first meeting Lucy had refused to go to Roy's apartment because she just intuitively felt it would be untidy and unpleasant. This time she felt the motel was still the safest place to go. At least it was clean and was far removed from all her friends and their activities.
When they arrived at the motel it was getting much darker outside and the court and swimming pool beyond were ablaze with floodlights. It was obvious from the merry revelers running back and forth to the pool area that a party was in progress.
Roy and Lucy dismissed the cab but Lucy hesitated before going in.
"Maybe we'd better find another place," she suggested. "I don't like the looks of this. Too many people."
"Shit!" exclaimed Roy. "Don't be a party poop. This makes it all the better. We can have ourselves a real ball. Most of these people here work for the airlines and they really know how to throw a blast. Anybody can crash one of these shindigs."
"I didn't come all the way out here to party," Lucy glared at him.
"So ... we won't party," said Roy. "That's no goddamn reason we can't use this place, is it?"
She looked around and noticed that everyone who passed by was too preoccupied to pay any attention to either her or Roy so she said, "Okay. You go into the office and check us in and I'll wait right here. Here's the money."
While he took care of that chore Lucy stood just inside the entrance to the motel court. An extremely attractive redhead was just going by towards the pool area.
"Hi," said the girl. "Come to join the party?"
Lucy was momentarily startled but regained her composure when she saw the girl was just being friendly and not nosy.
"Oh, no. I don't think so. My husband and I are just staying here a short while before our plane leaves tonight." Lucy cringed inwardly at how easy the lie had escaped her lips.
"Well, I hope we won't disturb you too much, honey. If you change your mind though just come on over. There's plenty to eat and drink."
"Thank you," said Lucy. Just then Roy came to her side as the redhead was leaving. The girl looked twice at the young man who appeared to her more like a hood or gangster than a husband to the obviously older woman. She gave it no more thought than that though. Living at the motel had brought her into contact with all sorts of sights she had never before envisioned.
"Let's go," Roy said, guiding Lucy to the proper apartment.
When they entered the room, Roy asked Lucy, "Who was the classy looking redhead?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. She simply invited me to join in the party."
"Swell!" said Roy. "Why don't we take 'em up on the invite? You know ... just a few drinks to get in the right mood."
Lucy shook her head.
"Not me. I've already had a few drinks. I don't want to get drunk. Besides ... I'm already in the mood. Aren't you?"
She surprised even herself by the provocative manner in which she had made that last remark. Roy was also surprised at her suddenly sensual approach but he liked it.
"I'm always ready, babe. Especially when I'm gettin' the appreciation I deserve."
"Well then, let's forget the party and have our own private little party, lover." Again Lucy was amazed at her own words. Was this really her speaking? She knew one thing for sure. When Roy had looked at that gorgeous redhead the way he did she had actually felt a twinge of jealousy!
How utterly ridiculous! She didn't love this crude man who sold his body for money to anyone who would pay his price. No telling how many hundreds or thousands of strange hands and mouths had roamed freely over his naked body. No ... that couldn't have been it. It must've been her feminine pride. Calvin's physical rejection of her had done much damage to her confidence as a woman. Even a male prostitute's eyes were easily diverted by a younger and prettier woman.
She then noticed that Roy was busily taking off his clothes. Though she admired his muscular young body it did seem less romantic to be so matter-of-fact about the physical act of coupling. But he had said he was ready (and she could see that he was as his huge erection swung into view) so she started undressing also.
"Let's turn out the lights this time," suggested Lucy.
"It's your show," said Roy, flicking the light switch.
The curtains were pulled shut on the windows, but there was a lot of outside light from the courtyard spilling into the room. It provided just enough illumination for Roy and Lucy to move about without stumbling.
The two of them fell on the bed and began kissing in a hot mouth-to-mouth, tongue-to-tongue encounter.
Lucy had a special reason for wanting the lights out. She had been thinking a great deal since the last time about what Roy had told her about his getting sucked off by so many women. It had always seemed revolting to her and she couldn't imagine that many females actually submitted to the practice.
But Roy had said yes. And so had her hus band when he had tried to press her into the act. She had adamantly refused him. If she could change her attitude it just might be the catalyst to bring them together again in a real man and woman relationship instead of their present mock marriage.
She had been honing her courage to make the attempt. She knew that if she tried it with Calvin and failed, it would really sever their already shaky domestic situation. That's why she wanted Roy in particular that evening. She had daydreamed often about his naked body since their last meeting and she somehow felt that with him she could go down and do the nasty deed.
The darkness wasn't to hide his nakedness but to keep him from seeing any puckered faces that might grace her countenance when she moved her mouth down to his big hairy and masculine genitals.
Tentatively, Lucy began her experiment by putting her hand on his hard cock and stroking it. She was barely able to get her fingers entirely around the thick cylinder of flesh but she did brush them up and down the length of it as he pushed his pelvis upwards. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of the big powerful prick but she was also afraid that as huge as it was, she'd never get it into her mouth.
Cupping his large hairy testicles in her hand she was determined to make the supreme effort while she had a chance.
Roy was surprised when he felt Lucy's lips kissing his naked body on down from his broad chest to his fiat stomach. Many, many girls had kissed him all over his body at one time or another but this Lucy chick had really been pretty shy last time out.
In the darkness of the room he smiled his wide confident egotistical grin. He was no longer surprised. He should have expected as much. They all came around sooner or later after tasting a little of his big dick, he reminded himself silently. Nor was he surprised as he felt her lips begin to close around his throbbing hard on. He knew that had to come next.
Given the right time and the right circumstances they all ate dick sooner or later!
Lucy was a rank amateur, but she was warming to her task as she felt the marble-like column of stiff cock gliding between her moist warm lips. Her lover kept pumping his ass, thus causing more and more of the giant cock to push into her overstuffed mouth. She valiantly spread her jaws and plunged her lips downward as far as possible to suck all that she could, but the entire thing was just too much. Now and then she had to pull her lips back up to the reddish knob and even all the way off in order to catch her breath.
Soon Lucy had the long organ slickly covered with her lubricating spittle and Roy no longer had to pump his ass to encourage her motion. Her head was now swiveling around and up and down his pecker with a steady, savage rhythm.
Roy was going out of his mind with the ecstasy that Lucy was steadily building inside his passionately throbbing prick. He was getting ready to explode into her mouth, so he warned her verbally that he was about to come.
But Lucy didn't hear his words. And she didn't expect what suddenly happened next. Roy explosively popped his nuts ... sending a torpedo-fast jet of semen gushing into Lucy's full mouth.
As her throat got suddenly and swiftly clogged with the sticky come juice, Lucy pulled her lips off of his still spurting cock and she choked for several seconds ... trying to clear her throat. In doing so she managed to swallow the sperm that had already lodged in her gullet.
The tip of Roy's tall prick resembled a geyser as it continued to shoot spurts of jism into the air and onto his bare stomach.
While Lucy was busy coughing and choking Roy couldn't restrain himself from laughing out loud.
Regaining some semblance of her frayed poise, Lucy asked him, "What's so funny? I almost choked to death!"
"Sorry, sweetie," he said. "But it really was funny. If you could've only heard all the racket you were making when that stuff starting shooting into you. I told you I was getting ready to come."
"Well ... I just didn't hear you. Besides, I never expected anything like that. You could kill a person."
"I've never heard of anyone dying from it yet," he chuckled.
Lucy got up from the bed and went into the bathroom and got herself a glass of water to drink. First she sloshed the liquid around in her mouth good and rinsed it out.
When she returned to the bed, Roy asked her, "Well, babe. How'd you like it?"
"I didn't particularly. It takes too much work. But I did do it, didn't I? All the way."
She thought about that. It was the one thing she had said she'd never do. Now she had actually done it to a man. She had taken a hard cock and sucked it off!
True ... it had been a lot of work. And it hadn't really given her any thrill. But it had pleased Roy, obviously. At least she knew she was now capable of it. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, she would be able to satisfy Cal's desires along those lines also.
"How did you like it?" she asked Roy, anxious for his expert opinion.
"Not bad for a beginner," he complimented her as he ran his hands over her nakedness. "With a little more practice you'll be able to give a first class blow job."
"Thank you," said Lucy as if he had just complimented her on her cooking.
"I thought you were the broad who refused to go that route," he asked Lucy.
"I am. I mean I was. But then I thought over what you told me last time. I came to the conclusion that it might be the only thing that could get me and my husband back together again. So I just had to try."
"I'd say you're well on your way then," assured Roy. "What now, Lady Godiva? The standard treatment or a little more experimenting? I've got a whole bag of tricks we haven't tried yet."
"All right," agreed Lucy surprisingly. "But later. Okay?"
"Whatcha got in mind, babe?"
"Suddenly I feel in a very gay mood. Let's get dressed and go out and join the party. We'll stay just long enough to have two or three drinks and then we can come back in and really have a ball. Do you mind, Roy?"
"Not at all, sweetie," he announced as he bounced out of the bed and switched on the lights.
They dressed as hurriedly as they'd undressed.
Lucy peeked through the curtains and told Roy that the party apparently was swinging more than ever from the size of the crowd inside the pool area.
While she and Roy went out and milled around the pool with the partygoers, Calvin Westerfield was just entering the door that Nina Norton held open!
CHAPTER NINE
He entered the apartment furtively, like a fugitive from justice. Cal was sorry he had agreed to come to the party now that he had seen the size of the crowd gathered all over the motel area.
"I'm glad you got here, honey," Nina said, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek after he had gotten inside.
"Well, I'm not glad," said Cal in an obviously pissed-off mood. "You've got enough goddamn people here for a block party. I knew that your roommates had friends but this is ridiculous!"
"Now, now...." soothed Nina. "Let's not be grouchy. I've never even met most of these people and Ava and Greta haven't either. They're just airlines workers or hotel guests that we invited to join in on the fun."
"Did you have to invite so many?" inquired Cal irritatedly.
Nina laughed good naturedly.
"That's how airlines people are, honey. When they give a party everybody is invited. It's pretty hard to plan with just certain friends in mind because you never know who's going to be available or who'll be working. So you just post a notice over at operations and hope for the best. I will admit that tonight we got a little more than we bargained for. It's a good thing the management is letting us hold it outdoors. Can you imagine all those people in here?"
"Don't even think of it," groaned Cal.
"Wait right here," Nina told Cal. "I want to go out and round up Ava and Greta for you to meet. I'm anxious to show you off to them."
"Can't that wait till later?" asked Cal as he brought her close to him in his arms.
"No, it can't," said Nina. "They're liable to disappear somewhere with their own boy friends later on so I want you to meet them now. We'll have time for that, don't worry."
Reluctantly he let her go and settled down to finish the drink she had handed him.
Nina walked over to the swimming pool and looked around through the sea of bodies lolling about making small talk and sipping drinks. She couldn't spot her roommates anywhere. A couple of stags approached her and asked if she were alone or needed any help. Quickly and politely she brushed them off.
Just then Ava called out to her. She was near the diving board talking to some people.
"C'mon in and meet him," said Nina to Ava as she pulled her roommate aside. "I can't see Greta anywhere."
"Oh, she's around somewhere with that dreamy looking date of hers," said Ava. "If I didn't have a date or two of my own showing up tonight I'd steal him away from her. He's much too beautiful an animal to be wasted on Greta."
"That's a terrible thing to say!" exclaimed Nina.
"Oh, I don't mean anything against Greta personally," explained Ava. "But she'll never give him what he's really looking for. That guy wants a full grown woman. I'm surprised that Greta even accepted a date with him."
"He may be a very nice boy, for all you know," said Nina as they walked back toward the apartment.
"Nice boy hell!" Ava blurted. "There's no such animal. You know what guys are after. I just think Greta's a little too ... backward, shall we say? ... for him. First time the big ape puts one of his paws on her breasts she'll scream."
"Well," said Nina, "our little roommate has to learn how to cope with men sooner or later. Maybe she's farther along than we think. You know she does radiate a certain new confidence ever since she returned from Paris."
"I hope so," said Ava teasingly. "I'd hate to see a big gorgeous hunk of meat like that go to waste!"
"Where are your two hunks of meat?" asked Nina smiling.
"I called operations a little while ago. They'll be in on a later flight than planned. I just hope they're still sober when they get here."
They reached the apartment and went inside where Nina introduced Cal to her redheaded roommate.
"I've heard a lot about you," said Ava.
"Not too much, I trust," Cal replied.
"No. We girls don't gossip too much about our boy friends. We can't. We hardly ever get to see each other like tonight. But Nina was justified in bragging about your good looks."
"Well ... thanks," answered Cal, genuinely pleased at the compliment. At his age in life a nice compliment was always appreciated when it came from a beautiful young lady. "May I also add that Nina was correct when she told me she had such a tantalizingly gorgeous redhead for roommate."
"Oh you doll!" said Ava. "I could kiss you for that."
"Please feel free," Cal said jokingly. But Ava took him at his word and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I hope you two didn't forget that I'm still here," Nina mockingly pouted.
Ava turned to her friend and said, "You sure are lucky Nina. He's every bit as nice as you said. Hang onto him!"
They traded more small talk about their jobs and such and then Ava realized that she was definitely a third wheel so she begged off to rejoin the party.
Before she went out, Nina got her aside and asked her to please make sure Greta didn't disturb them for at least a half hour if she saw her. Ava winked and gave the sign that she was hip.
When Ava was gone Nina turned back to Cal and eagerly accepted his proffered embrace. They kissed passionately.
"What about the third side of this female triangle?" asked Cal of Nina.
"Greta? Didn't see her around. I think she sneaked off someplace with her date. Ava'll be on the lookout for her, though. We've got the whole place to ourselves, lover!"
"Do you think it's safe to get completely undressed?" he wanted to know.
"You'd better! I want to see that body of yours. I love it. Every inch of it!"
"No more than I adore that beautiful form of yours," said Cal.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" she said.
The two of them went into the bedroom and shucked off their clothing in a hurry.
Cal rubbed his naked body up against Nina's and pushed his pelvis suggestively into hers as they stood and french-kissed. He shot his tongue as far down her throat as it would reach. She retaliated by slipping her tongue in, under, and around his and into his mouth.
Nina could feel his dangling cock begin to stiffen against her thighs. She parted her legs slightly to allow the rising organ more leeway in its ascension.
He pulled her onto the bed with himself and they wrestled all over the mattress in a jumble of naked arms and legs. He stopped moving just long enough to push his head down to her amply endowed chest to suck her nipples. Lovingly and tenderly he burrowed his face and head all over her soft tits. They had just enough firmness to hold their cone shape but were spongy soft enough to bounce and jiggle every time he touched them.
"I can't hold out much longer," he panted breathily in her ear. She whispered that she was ready anytime he was.
He raised himself into position over her body and allowed his long stiff cock enough room to move into starting position near her moist and eager pussy.
Cal was an advocate of the slow, leisurely fuck. But tonight he wasn't too anxious to draw it out. All he was concerned with at the moment was getting his rocks off and getting his adulterous ass back home before his wife returned.
He might've suffered a heart attack had he known his darling wife was just outside the apartment at that moment ... by the pool in the company of a sinister looking young man who was teaching her to do the bugaloo.
He brought his mind back to the task at hand and refused to let it stray anymore. He and Nina would have a brief enough time without his spoiling things by giving her a lousy lay.
Nina, however, was not in the least disturbed if she suspected that Cal was thinking of other things. Her ass was busily pumping under his blockbusting pelvic thrusts and soon she was experiencing a series of rapid orgasms that made her body quake even more than usual.
Her ardor also brought Cal a rousing four-star, strike-up-the-band, nut-busting orgasm that sent a whale of a load of his hot sticky semen shooting relentlessly up into her liquid filled twat!
He fell exhausted afterwards, on top of her body.
Nina, as efficient as ever, looked at her watch and informed him that they still had some time left to play. So Cal got busy immediately and began loving up Nina's bare tits with his open, wet sucking lips. He took little love nips at the pinkish tips and then would open his mouth wide and try to swallow as much of one big juicy tit as he could cram into his face. Restlessly he moved his lips from one tit to the other ... giving them equal suck.
The beautiful brunette stewardess was doing her part also to keep the bed party going. She fondled Cal's semi-hard cock until it began to reach its full powerful length again. She didn't know when she might be fortunate enough to be with her lover again, as she would leave the next day on a duty flight and wasn't certain when she'd return. That was one of the reasons she wanted to feel his long, hard prick inside her cunt once more. She wished that she could swallow up his cock and keep it inside her forever.
Playfully Nina jounced Cal's balls in her hand as his ass was fast working up a new head of steam. He started to fuck her again. This one was a real quickie but a beaut!
He pounded his stiff cock into her twat with sledgehammer force and she received every brutal thrust with uncontained pleasure. It wasn't that Nina dug pain or brute strength but she enjoyed the sensation of his muscular masculine body showing no mercy as it fucked the hell out of her delicate feminine form. Perverse maybe ... but fun!
Once more his nuts unleashed a wad into her hole that had all the impact of a missile launching. She shuddered momentarily as the liquid drove into her and mingled with her own love juices in a spectacular finale!
They had both spent themselves and so they lay quietly for a few minutes to regain their equilibrium.
Nina, seeing that they had gone slightly over the half hour she had allotted them, nudged Cal into hurrying up with his dressing as she put on her own clothing.
"I'm sorry we had to do it this way Cal. I mean, so fast and all. Makes it seem kind of shabby. I know you don't like these quickies," apologized Nina.
"This one was worth it," he smiled.
"For me, too. Just seeing you was worth it to me," Nina enthused.
"I just wish there was no one else around but us tonight," he added.
"So do I. Now! But I guess it's too late to worry about that, isn't it?"
"I really should be getting along home," Cal said suddenly.
"Oh no," begged Nina. "At least have one more drink. Why not come out and join in on the fun for just a few minutes? I want everyone to see you."
"Maybe you do," grinned Cal, "but I DON'T want everyone to see me. You never know who you'll run into in a strange crowd."
Cal did consent to remain a bit longer inside the apartment to have another drink and chat before he departed.
"You know, Cal, I've been thinking. About us," said Nina with a serious expression on her lovely face.
"That can be dangerous," he joked, trying to make light of it.
"What can?" she asked. "Thinking? Or thinking of us?"
"Both!"
"But why?"
"Because," he said in an exasperated manner, "it leads to all sorts of questions and I have a feeling you're about to ask me some of them."
She looked miffed at his attitude.
"Don't you think it's about time we tried to answer some of them?" she asked self-righteously.
"Don't get mad, honey," he said, taking her hand into his. "I'll tell you anything I can ... but you ought to understand by now that no one has the answers to everything. I'm just about as confused as you are."
"Then maybe we can help un-confuse each other, if there is such a word. We've got to face certain facts sooner or later and the sooner the better as far as I'm concerned!"
He put his drink down on the coffee table and said, "Fire away! What do you want to know, sweetie?"
She looked him square in the eye and said softly, "Do you love me?"
"That's easy," he said as he pulled her onto his lap. "Would I be here otherwise?"
"You always have a way of not saying so specifically. Can't you come right out and say it without being evasive or going around the block?"
He chuckled.
"I ... LOVE ... YOU!" he drew the phrase out with emphasis on each word.
"That's better," she kissed him and smiled.
"Was that all that was bothering you, honey?" he asked.
"No!" as she returned to her firm serious demeanor. "Shoot!"
"What's the latest word on the divorce proceedings?" she blurted out.
Cal hesitated before answering that one. He picked up his drink again and took a couple of gulps.
"Not much I can tell you, Nina," he said. "I haven't even talked to my lawyer in about a week."
"Why should the lawyer know any more about your marital status than you do?" asked Nina suspiciously.
"You wouldn't understand," he said in an obviously agitated manner. He stood up and paced the room as he spoke. "Not all divorce cases are cut and dried affairs, you know. When a lot of money and social reputations are involved it gets to be a tricky legal business. You can't rush these things. I'm afraid we might have to wait longer than I had hoped."
"I was afraid you'd say that," Nina uttered with her eyes downcast. She was trying to control her temper. Inside she was seething with rage. She wanted to call him a lousy liar and a no good cheat for using her as he was. He was a man of enormous power and influence. Surely he could cut through the red tape and get the divorce if he really wanted to!
But she held it all back. What if he really were on the level? She could blow the whole thing by losing her cool and accusing him of not playing fair. Besides, what hold did she have over him? Certainly not a marriage license as his wife did. Nina knew what he wanted of her. She was young and beautiful and he lusted after her body. So what? If he couldn't have her any longer he could always find other young pretty girls only too willing to take her place in his bed, illicit or otherwise!
All she could sensibly do was nourish her hopes. Hopes that eventually he would divorce and would ultimately make her the new Mrs. Calvin Westerfield!
"Must we spoil a wonderful moment in our lives by arguing about something we're powerless to control at this time?" asked Cal, lifting her face to his.
"You're right, darling," she agreed as she furtively brushed away a tear and accepted his embrace.
"When will you be back?" he asked.
"I don't know yet. I fly to Mexico tomorrow."
"That's great," he said. "You'll have a swell time there."
"Without you?" her tone questioned.
"You're right," his eyes twinkled. "I don't want you to have too good a time!"
He was preparing himself to leave.
"Can't you wait just a few more minutes?" asked Nina. "I want you to meet Greta also. I'll go out and see if she came back yet."
"Maybe next time. I've got to get back. Give me a call when you get back in town."
He was obviously in a great hurry, so Nina decided not to press the point about meeting Greta any longer. Instead, she saw him to the door and they lingered for a few brief moments in a public kiss in the open doorway.
The flood lights illuminated their faces clearly as well as their prolonged passionate kiss.
Near the pool Lucy Westerfield stood transfixed! She stared intently at her husband and the girl ... knowing that she didn't dare speak out accusingly or confront them in any manner.
The door finally closed and she watched Calvin as he walked straight out of the courtyard and off into the blackness of the night. She put her glass down and looked around for Roy. She saw him finally ... dancing some new dance that involved a violent projection of the hips and pelvis in an erotic manner. His tight pants only accentuated the long semi-rigid bulge of his manhood. He openly displayed his obscene condition frenetically. His cute young dancing partner exhibited equal abandon in bouncing and squirming around with her pert sexy body. She wore no bra and her halter was bouncing and bobbing in a most delightful way. The bottom panty of her play suit was bikini size. It barely covered her twat and the cheeks of her ass wobbled in almost total freedom from restriction.
Lucy waited till he had finished the dance before approaching him. Then she pulled him off to one side.
"Let's go back to the room," she suggested.
"Later, hon. The party's really beginning to swing just now," he tried to beg off.
"All right then, you stay. I'm going home," she announced firmly.
That shook Roy up for a minute. He knew he had what she wanted, but after all he was a whore! He couldn't afford to be too independent with a good paying customer.
"You win babe. But I still think we're cuttin' out too soon. We're gonna miss out on a lot of good booze," he remarked as he took one last look at all the juicy cunt that was just aching to get fucked! He thought!
At first Lucy wasn't sure why she wanted to return to the motel room so suddenly. When she saw her husband kissing that pretty young girl her first impulse was to scream. Next she thought about returning home immediately just to see what he'd have to tell her about his evening's activities.
Going home right away would be foolish, she decided. Cal would only lie to her, which would infuriate her even more. Not only that, she might say something that would possibly incriminate her. How could she reasonably explain her own presence at the motel?
She could claim that she was suspicious of his activities and had followed him when he left the house. Only one trouble with that line of reasoning though. She had left the house first. Not him. But couldn't she say she had been suspicious for sometime and had only pretended to leave? Only to turn back and lie in wait for him to go out? But if all that was so ... why hadn't she confronted him at the motel? Why did she hold back?
To prevent a public scene? That was one possible answer. But what if her answers weren't all so glib and easy to come by. Too much probing from Cal's logical mind might ultimately trap her in her own lies!
So Lucy decided to wait it out. But she could no longer stand the gaiety and frolic of the pool party. What she needed was some physical reassurance that she was still an attractive woman herself. Roy was being paid for the job, but at least he performed it well.
If only she hadn't waited so long to try fellatio, she scolded herself in silence! She and Cal might be at home together at that very moment in their own bed making love. Instead he was reduced to picking up some cheap floozie and meeting her illicitly in a motel while she, Lucy, was doing exactly the same thing with a mercenary stud who had nothing more to offer than a magnificently healthy young body.
Back in the motel room ... out of their clothes again ... Lucy was determined to get the most out of that savage masculine body on top of her. Before she had been slightly inhibited by guilt feelings in cheating on her husband. Now the tables were turned! If he could do it, she reasoned, why couldn't she?
Roy was raring to go. He'd gotten himself all worked up dancing with all that nifty snatch and his cock was about to explode if he didn't stick it in some hot loving cunt soon.
There was little foreplay. He rubbed her tits and tickled her pussy and clitoris with his fingers but before very long he was opening her vulva lips and shoving his lengthy dick stiffly into her warm hole.
His nuts had built up a whole brand new load of jism to accommodate him ... this time he was able to hold off from coming for a protracted period of time.
He fucked her steadily ... his slippery dick gliding in and out of her sucking pussy like a greased pole. Roy deliberately held off the climax because he could see what was happening to Lucy. His cock was manipulating her to one goddamned whale of an orgasm! Her fucking ass was shaking and quaking like she had epilepsy!
The timing was just right. At the precise moment that she began to rapidly pop her own orgasms ... Roy's nuts erupted like a flaming volcano ... spreading his molten lava of lust all over inside her juice-filled cunt!
Lucy had experienced such a wild and bone-rattling orgasm she had to stifle a vocal outburst of joy that would've brought the neighbors running in for sure.
Naturally such complete sexual exertion had practically depleted both their reserves. So Roy and Lucy collapsed on the bed side by side and took a short nap. They were soon awakened by a knocking at the motel room door.
They looked at each other guiltily.
Lucy was afraid it might be her husband. Maybe he had seen her there.
Roy also thought of her husband. Husbands or boy friends were a risk he was always taking in his line of work. He was deathly afraid that some enraged husband would catch him in the' nude and shoot his balls off! Death wasn't his fear. It was just the thought of losing his precious nuts!
"Who's there?" Roy called out.
"Open up!" came a cheerful cry.
"Why?" asked a leery Roy.
"C'mon out and join the party!" cried the drunken voice.
Roy knew then it was only a drunk trying to stir up a little action. There was no saying no to a drunk. So Roy answered, "Okay, friend. We'll be out in a minute."
"Better hurry up. The booze is running out!" the voice answered Roy and then faded away in a riotous giggle.
Lucy and Roy both exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Well?" asked Roy. "Do we ball or do we party or do we just sleep?"
"Are you very tired, Roy?" asked Lucy in return.
"Nah. I feel great. See," he said, pointing to his stiffening cock. "There's life in the old boy yet!"
Lucy caressed it gingerly. "May I try that other again?" she asked in an embarrassed voice. "You mean suck it?"
"Yes."
"Baby you can suck my dick all night long if that's what you want," he spoke sensuously. "Whatever turns you on!"
Again Lucy felt partly revolted yet partially stimulated by Roy's vulgar gutter talk.
She moved down his body and kissed his thighs with her lips open and wet. Then she licked his balls, getting some of the hairs stuck on her tongue. Suddenly Roy rolled over on his stomach.
"Lick my ass!" he commanded.
That was something Lucy had never given any thought to. At a more rational moment she would have been inclined to express her disapproval in no uncertain terms. But this wasn't a rational moment. She was very much stimulated by Roy's masculine smell and the close proximity of his ultra masculine charms. She looked at his muscular ass and admired the round firm cheeks that were so white in contrast to the rest of his tanned body. In the dividing crack there were a multitude of curly black hairs covering the pathway to his asshole.
To her own surprise and partially to Roy's, Lucy began doing just as he ordered her to do. She wet kissed his ass cheeks and ran her moist tongue all up and down the crack as she licked the little hairs. The muscular cheeks contracted as she moved her lips directly onto his asshole and shoved her tongue up inside just as far as it could reach. She kept this movement up until Roy began twitching his ass in rhythm ... as if he were fucking.
He turned over again on his back and when he did his huge cock was now stiff as concrete and was towering upward in quest of a warm moist receptacle to sooth it.
Lucy crammed all of his big dick into her mouth that she could and sucked away. Her tongue zoomed over and around the marble-hard, marble-smooth organ. She sucked that cock from the base ... running her lips along the sides to encompass it all ... all the way up to the large head which she took completely inside her jaws and sucked.
Lucy suddenly realized that she wasn't thinking of Cal nor was she thinking particularly of Roy. Her sole concern was the big beautiful cock she was busy licking. It was the enlarged prick itself that stimulated and pleased her. Any man could've had his legs spread wide under her at that moment. Just as long as he possessed a huge hard dick that tasted like this one tasted!
It was a revelation to her. Something about herself which she had never before even suspected. How often had she accused Cal of "animal" behavior when they engaged in sex? And now she was exhibiting the same crude, coarse behavior herself. She had become an animal in bed. Lusting after a man's private parts like they were some sort of deliciously forbidden fruit!
Maybe Cal was the one who was in the right all along? He had tried so often to get her to just abandon herself to any and all sexual urges. He told her that the only way to enjoy sex fully was to toss all inhibitions to the wind when the time was right.
Wouldn't his eyes pop if he could only see her now?
So what if Cal had been cheating? She certainly hadn't been much of a wife in the sex department lately. But all that could be different now. She'd learned her lessons good. And there was no reason for her to feel any guilt about her own dalliances with Roy. They had served the purpose of teaching her that she was a capable lover when given the chance to prove herself. She'd made up her mind not to say a word to Cal about seeing him at the motel. Instead, she'd go home and solve their communications problem another way.
Her mind was instantly jolted back to reality by Roy's gushing blast of jism into her full mouth. But Lucy did better this time. She quickly let her throat absorb all the come he shot spurt by spurt into her mouth. That way at least she was able to swallow most of it. A couple of stray drops did trickle out through her lips.
She licked Roy clean and then announced that she was going to go home. She paid him off. He didn't mind. He had the room for the night so he decided to go back out to the orgy.
Lucy's spirits were completely buoyant as she left the motel and caught a taxi. In her mind's eye she could picture the one thing that would make Calvin react to her in an entirely new light!
CHAPTER TEN
Joe Cross was not too happy as he drove Greta back to the party. When he had invited her over to see his swinging bachelor pad and she had accepted, he figured there'd be nothing more to do than to pull down the covers.
But not with Greta! She wouldn't come across despite his usually persuasive sales talk. Instead, she insisted on returning to the motel party.
He wasn't giving up, though. There was still a glimmer of genuine hope. The fact that she didn't slap his face or say she was insulted meant she wasn't entirely new to the situation he proposed.
Why, he wondered, didn't broads just come across and stop all the goddamned playing around? They made a guy work his ass off chasing after them for a little piece of nookie. Anyway ... wasn't Greta a stewardess? He'd certainly known many stewardesses and had heard stories from his cronies at the hanger. The consensus among Joe and his fellow workers was that even though quite a few stewardesses kept their legs closed, most of the time, that is, there were still plenty of the fly dolls around who put out for any guy who waved a big dick in their face!
Ole Joe was planning to wave his big dick in Greta's direction before the night was over. He'd been itchin' to get a crack at her pussy for a long time, so he had really been surprised and pleased when she had invited him to the bash.
He thought sure she'd at last decided to give in to the handsome mechanic whose buddies called him Hot Nuts Cross!
Greta's mind was also disturbed about the visit to Joe Cross' apartment and how it turned out. She knew very well why he wanted her to go.
He wanted to get in her pants! And though she didn't openly admit it to herself she wanted him to get into her pants also. But when they got there and the time came she found that she wasn't so sexually liberated after all. Joe was a virile and good looking man by any standard and her own body was yearning for his ... but the old fears returned to haunt her.
Fears that her parents had instilled in her long ago. She had been able to overcome them in far away Paris but in Florida it was just too close to home to sweep away the dread of disobeying or of being caught!
So ... like a fool, she now thought ... she had successfully fended him off. For the time being. But Joe wasn't the kind who gave up easily. Sooner or later he and she would have to have a showdown. She felt though that things would be much safer at the party with all the others around to keep Joe's mind occupied with other thoughts. Temporarily, anyway!
"A penny for your thoughts," he said, breaking into her reverie.
She giggled. "They're not worth a penny."
"Why not try me?" he asked.
"All right then," she conceded as he drove along the boulevard leading to the airport and the motel. "I was just thinking about my mother and father. Wondering what they would think if they could see their daughter right now and know what she was doing."
"That's a strange thought," said Joe. "As far as I know, their daughter hasn't done anything they would disapprove of. Not tonight anyway!"
"Oh, Joe," Greta blushed. "Don't you ever just wonder what your parents would say or think if they were with you now?"
"As a matter of cold fact I don't. Not since I left home anyway. They live their lives and I live mine. Simple as that. I'm not ashamed of the way I live."
Greta peered at him cautiously and thought a second before saying what was on her mind.
"I know about your notorious reputation with women. Would you want them to hear all those stories that go around about you and the girls?"
He looked at her and grinned.
"What the hell's wrong with that?" he asked. "Sure I like girls. I'm a man, ain't I? Besides ... my old man used to brag about how he was a big man with the ladies in his younger days. So if he doesn't understand what I'm doing then he just has a bad memory. He had his share I'll bet. Like father, like son, that's all! And what Mom doesn't know won't hurt her, as the saying goes."
"I suppose you're right," sighed Greta. "It's so different with men than it is with women. I'm always afraid of what my parents might find out about me," Greta went on.
"Oh?" said Joe questioningly. It sounded encouraging. "If you're that worried then you must not be a complete angel, after all."
"Well, I'm no virgin, if that's what you mean," she said in a matter-of-fact voice that surprised herself. "But I'm also no tramp. I mean ... a man can do anything he pleases with as many girls as he pleases. What happens? He brags about it and it gives him a big reputation as a lover. But where does a girl draw the line? It just isn't fair, that's all. Girls can't afford to have their reputations ruined like that." Joe laughed.
"C'mon doll, this is 1969! Everybody does his own thing these days. You gotta stop thinking about what your parents think or what other people may think. Live your own life! Have a ball! Remember that when they put you in that pine box to plant you the only way you'll get any rest is knowing that you got as much use out of your body as you could. Better to have fun and be sorry about it afterward than have no fun at all and still be sorry anyway!"
"That sounds logical," agreed Greta. "But then most men manage to make it sound logical when they've got something they want a girl to agree to." She smiled.
"You know just what your trouble is, Greta?" said Joe. "You think too much instead of acting. The best tonic in the world is to go ahead and act on whatever it is that strikes your fancy. Then you can do all the thinking in the world about it when you get old and grey!"
They both giggled at that as Joe eased the car into an empty space in the parking lot behind the motel.
Before they got out of the car Joe once again asked Greta why he couldn't come into her apartment for a little while, at least. She told him that she and her roommates had made an agreement not to use the apartment for any reason while the party was in progress. It was a lie, but at least it would serve to keep him out.
"What about when the party ends then?" he asked.
"We'll think about that when the time comes," she said to put him off.
Greta sent Joe on over to the pool to join in the fun while she went to her apartment to freshen up.
Joe went over and helped himself to a drink off the card table that had been set up to hold the booze and then he watched the dancers.
Mucho pussy, he thought to himself, with all the young gals jumping around and bouncing their asses and tits in very brief costumes.
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" the young guy asked as he sidled up next to Joe. His grin was lascivious.
"That depends what you're thinking," said Joe. The guy didn't look queer but he couldn't be sure.
"All this pussy, man! All this ever lovin' pussy!"
Joe relaxed his guard.
"Yeah, that's a bunch of juicy snatch all right. Been getting any?" Joe inquired.
"Are you kiddin'? Man, I been fuckin' my ass off all night. My broad went home though. Now I'm just gonna drink and have me some fun," he winked lewdly.
"I been thinking the same thing," said Joe. "Only one little problem though. Finding a hole big enough to crawl off into for a quickie. My apartment's too far off to just run over there. I gotta glom on to something."
"Why don't you just rent a room here?" suggested the guy who was about as tall as Joe.
"No good. I already called the office from my pad. They told me all the rooms are taken for tonight. Guess everybody else had the same idea."
The stranger pondered for a moment.
"I've got a room," he said. "For the right price I might be persuaded to give it up," he offered.
Joe looked at the guy to see if he was kidding.
"Nah ... I couldn't do that. What the hell would you do then? Thanks anyway for the offer."
"I'm serious, man. Of course I've already gotten plenty of use out of the room myself so the bed's kinda torn up. But at least it's private," the stranger said.
Joe thought it over a long minute. He wanted to fuck Greta pretty badly. Maybe she put him off once but she wouldn't again if he had the chance. There was only one way to get that chance and that was to have a private room he could take her to. He'd get her in there on one pretext or another.
He intended to fuck her ass even if he had to rape her. But hell ... she admitted she was no goddamned virgin! All he'd have to do to pry her legs apart would be to let her get a gander at the crowbar he swung between his legs. A big stiff dick could do a lot to sweep away any guilt feelings she might have.
"Okay," said Joe. "I'll give you ten bucks."
"Make it fifteen and it's yours."
"It's a deal." Joe didn't mind the price. The room rental wouldn't cost him ten anyway. The extra five was well worth it, he figured, for what was expected to come later.
"Here's the key, my friend. Incidentally, my name's Roy."
"Thanks, Roy. I'm Joe. I think I'll just run over and try to straighten up the bed a little. You know how broads are when they see a messy room."
Joe left Roy and the party to go clean up the motel room so that Greta would not suspect it had just previously been used. The sight of a rumpled sheet, sticky and stiff with come, might turn her off before he had a chance to turn her on.
While Joe was busily preparing his secondhand love nest the object of his lust had just run into her roommate Nina.
"Where have you been?" asked Nina. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean that. It's none of my business. It's just that I wanted you to meet Cal and he left just a short time ago."
"I'm sorry too, Nina," said Greta. "I forgot. My date and I just went for a little ride. I wish your guy could've stayed longer."
"So do I. But ... he has business to attend to. Anyway, we had a nice visit while it lasted."
"Did he get to see Ava?" asked Greta.
"Oh yes. She seemed impressed. He's really quite a man."
"I'm happy for you. I've got quite a man with me, too. I told him we had agreed not to use the apartment, though. He's too anxious to get in here, if you know what I mean. Wait'll I wash up a bit and I'll take you out to meet him."
Nina looked a little uneasy as she spoke, "I don't want you to misunderstand me, Greta, but if you and your boy friend would like to use the apartment for awhile ... well, Ava and I understand. Just let us know when and for how long."
Greta registered shock and amazement at her roommate's suggestion.
"I'm surprised at you, Nina. Do I strike you as the kind of girl who would do such a thing?"
That angered Nina. After all ... hadn't she just "used" the apartment for a rendezvous with her own boy friend? Greta's startled reaction only served to make it seem that Nina herself was "that kind" of girl. All right! So she was! Where did Greta get off being so high and mighty?
"Come off it, Greta," said Nina angrily. "You're making me sound as if I were a madam in a whorehouse. I'm simply trying to do you a favor. If you and your boy friend don't want to use the apartment, then okay ... that's strictly your business. But you needn't make my suggestion sound so evil!"
Greta did feel foolish. Who was she to be so pious? Why should she judge Nina when she didn't wish Nina or anyone else to judge her?
"I'm sorry, Nina. I guess I did sound melodramatic. I didn't mean it that way I assure you. It was nice of you to suggest it but no thanks. My date has enough ideas of his own without my giving him any more."
Nina accepted the apology and settled down again.
"Well, I've got to take some more ice cubes out so I'll see you out there when you're ready," said Nina to Greta. "I'll be on the lookout for you and your fella."
As Nina carried the bucket of ice over to the pool she noticed a handsome young man come out of one of the smaller motel apartments near the back.
Ummmmmmmm, she thought, if he were only rich I'd marry him in a second. His animal magnetism had captured her immediately. He'd certainly be worth a few hours of a girl's time in bed she thought mischievously.
Silently Nina scolded herself for even thinking such lurid thoughts. It was not only disgusting, it was downright unfaithful. After all, she had Cal to think about. In his own way he was just as much a man. Even more so when his money was taken into consideration ... and Nina took that into consideration all the time.
She was surprised ... pleasantly ... a short while later when Greta had come out and introduced that gorgeous young man to Nina as her date, Joe Cross. That made Nina think about the room she had seen him coming out of. Greta, it seemed, was a very sly one indeed. But Nina couldn't see making an issue of her little deception. If her blonde roommate wanted to indulge in a little hanky-panky in another apartment with her date, that was their business entirely.
Nina couldn't blame Greta too much. With a guy like that it would be awfully difficult for a girl to say no. So Nina only told Joe that she was very glad to meet him and then she slipped away, leaving Joe and Greta by themselves in the midst of the noisy crowd of revelers.
Joe asked Greta to dance and they mingled with the other gyrating bodies behind the lifeguard stand at the shallow end of the pool.
There was a slight breeze, but still the evening was rather warm and a bit sticky. Many of the guests had taken off their outer clothes and were dancing in bathing suits. Looking more closely, one could see that some of the suits were, in reality, nothing more than their underclothes. Some of the girls were in bra and panties and their boy friends were stripped to their jockey shorts. From a distance it was hard for the casual observer to detect the underwear from actual bathing suits.
Joe suggested laughingly to Greta that they strip down, but she was having none of that. Not yet!
Between dances Joe kept refreshing their drinks until Greta was beginning to feel more than a little dizzy. When a slow dance number that was to a soft sentimental tune came along Greta practically fell into Joe's arms. He carried her around the makeshift dance floor.
"This is heaven," she told him.
"You really like it, babe?" Joe asked.
"Ummmmm. I could stay in your strong arms all night," she said as he held her even tighter.
Just what I had in mind doll, he silently shouted to himself!
He moved his hands down her back until they were placed directly over the cheeks of her pert little rump. Each of his mitts grabbed a handful of that bouncy flesh and squeezed affectionately. Then he loosened his grip and tenderly rubbed her ass in slow circular strokes.
Greta made no attempt to stop him. They were in the midst of a crowd of dancers so no one could really notice what they in particular were doing ... and anyway ... others were too preoccupied in feeling up their respective partners to bother.
She had no worries whatsoever. The booze and the mood of the evening had completely relaxed her. And Joe's magic fingers were weaving a wondrous spell throughout her body. She could also feel the growing bulge pressing up against her front that indicated his rising desire. It got longer and thicker and harder all the time. Joe had gotten even bolder and had moved his hands under her dress to feel the satiny smooth, silk clad cheeks of Greta's marvelous ass.
Fortunately another soft tune began as the other ended so that they did not have to break apart. Joe gently pumped his pelvis against Greta as they danced around. He guided her to the side of the pool where they could have more freedom to move and swirl.
Greta kept her eyes closed most of the time, but Joe's were not. He noticed that several other couples had stripped completely naked and had dived into the water where they were playing around under the surface. One guy had wedged his girl friend up against the side of the pool and from his bodily motions it was easy to guess what they were doing.
Joe had never fucked a girl under water. He wondered what it would be like. Having Greta so close and watching the others carry on so wildly he was afraid he'd bust his nuts soon if he didn't grab himself some fast nookie.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear.
"Why?" she asked. "This is so wonderful."
"Too crowded. Besides, I got a friend over here I want you to meet."
He guided her out of the pool area and over to the inside of the motel court proper.
"Where are you taking me?" Greta asked as she willingly followed along.
"I've got a buddy who lives here at the motel. Let's see if he's in," said Joe. He had purposely left the door unlocked after cleaning up.
"Joe!" scolded Greta. "You can't just walk in!"
"That's okay. He's my buddy. He always leaves the door unlocked for frinds to drop by."
They went into the deserted motel room. Joe called out a man's name but naturally there was no answer from the kitchenette or the bathroom. He would've been mighty surprised if there was.
"Guess he's gone for the weekend," said Joe. "He usually does."
"We'd better leave," said Greta.
Joe pulled her back and tumbled onto the sofa with her.
"What's your hurry, babe?"
"Joe," she argued, "we can't just walk into someone's room and make ourselves at home!"
"Sure, we can. I told you ... he's my buddy. He always lets me use the place. He'll be gone all weekend."
Greta looked him right in the eye.
"Joe Cross! You had this whole thing rigged, didn't you? You knew your friend wouldn't be here, didn't you?"
"Well...." h-edged Joe with an impish gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly he grabbed her tightly and shoved his tongue hotly into her startled mouth. She wrestled to get free but he held tighter and tighter so she couldn't escape his iron grip.
When he did finally release her, Greta was furious.
"This has gone far enough, Joe! We were having such a wonderful time and now you've spoiled it all. Just take me right back out to the party!" She started to get up but Joe held her down.
"The party's just beginning, babe. I'm not here to play games any longer!" Joe spoke ominously.
"I'll let you go," he said. "After we hit that sack and get ourselves a little lovin'!"
"You certainly don't expect me to say yes to a proposal like that, do you?" asked Greta rather haughtily.
"I'm not asking! I'm telling! I'm going to throw your ass on that bed and fuck you even if I have to tie you down!"
Greta was frightened at the intensity of his tone.
"That's rape!" she cried. "You wouldn't dare!"
He chuckled sinisterly.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" he challenged.
With one arm clamped securely around her waist, Joe managed to begin removing Greta's clothes. It was an awkward process that was helped none by her efforts to get free. Greta thought about screaming for help, but she was afraid no one would hear her with all the noise blaring from the music and the voices outside. The air was already rent with girlish screams of one kind or another. All of them, though, sounded like squeals of delight rather than pain.
She decided to bide her time and wait until Joe let his guard down and then she would jump up and run. Even if she were totally naked!
Due to his strength and agility she soon was! Stark raving naked!
Again he held onto her as he struggled to get free of his own restrictive clothing. He'd peeled down to his briefs when Greta made her big move and tore loose from him. She was part way out the door when he grabbed her back in again. She'd taken the chance that he wouldn't dare run outside without his own clothes on but she had obviously figured wrong.
Joe was going to fuck her one way or another. Even if he had to do it the middle of the motel courtyard, as far as he was concerned!
He struggled to hold her as he yanked her back into the room and over to the bed. Her naked body rubbed up against his and the bulge in his briefs grew larger and larger. In one long sweep of his arm he yanked his shorts completely off so that he was now as nude as she.
Joe's very long and very hard cock swung free and Greta experienced a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the huge prong. At the base of it between his thighs hung the large hairy and pendulous balls. As he moved about, his cock waved like a tremendous scepter and his balls jostled and bounced loosely.
"Joe," pleaded Greta. "Please don't. Not this way, Joe. Please wait till later. I promise you I'll feel better then." Her voice betrayed her fear.
"Wait, hell! I came in here to get laid, babe, and laid I'm gonna get! I don't know what the hell you're squawkin' about. You done enough cock teasin' on that dance floor. Now it's time to pay off!"
He threw her down on the bed and straddled her body with his strong hairy legs and held her shoulders down with his hands. Greta couldn't shake loose. Every time Joe bent over to kiss her neck or suck her tits and his grip loosened slightly Greta tried to get up. But that only made him mad and made him hold her tighter ... so she finally gave up the struggle.
She relaxed in a helpless heap and let him have his way with her naked body.
Joe relaxed his hold. He knew he could apply the pressure again if necessary ... but she seemed to be resigned. So he concentrated on the job of making love to her. His approach changed entirely as he began a gentle, tender stroking of her private parts.
With a feather-light touch Joe ran his large coarse fingers over Greta's tits and her belly and her thighs. He toyed with the cunt hairs that surrounded her twat. Every now and then he shoved a couple of fingers into her pussy and tickled her clitoris. Her body responded automatically to his erotic stimulation.
Despite her previous mental attitude, Greta found that she not only was giving in to his sexual assault, but she was beginning to respond physically to his caresses with a great deal of pleasure and excitement. When he started to move his moist, open lips over the same areas his hands had just covered she was surprised to find her own hands clutching his naked body with desire.
Greta decided it was time to stop kidding herself. Joe Cross was no longer raping her. Wild horses couldn't drag her away from Joe's passionate embrace now. Hungrily she ran her tiny hands down his side and across his broad and muscular back.
Joe exulted with an inner glee. He knew that sooner or later she'd respond as he had expected. He was a determined man when it came to sex and he'd have raped her ass if she had made it necessary ... but he still preferred wholehearted cooperation from his bed partners.
When he felt her soft hand go down and grasp his throbbing prick Joe shivered with delight. Her velvet touch was almost enough to make him blow his nuts before time. He gobbled her tits and ground his hard cock against her body as he and she got bolder and wilder in their exploration of each other's naked body.
Greta automatically wrapped her legs around Joe as he aimed his prick at the opening of her wet pussy. He took care to penetrate her slowly and carefully. Though he wasn't opposed to forceful entry, he didn't want to hurt her or cause her any undue pain from the size of his swollen organ.
Greta writhed fitfully under him as he inched the magnificent shaft up into her cunt with a steady, driving thrust!
When he had delivered about nine inches of hot, hard cock up into her hole, Joe stopped temporarily to see how she was responding. He wasn't certain she'd be able to take it all. She let him know by clutching his ass cheeks tightly and pulling him closer as if she wanted more!
Joe willingly obliged by resuming his pumping until he had finally driven in the entire length of his stiff cock all the way up to the hairy hilt!
His balls were wedged tightly against her ass as he held his prick in her all the way for a few minutes. The tables were turned around completely now as Greta held him in an iron-tight grip with her scissored legs.
"Oh sweet mama!" moaned Joe softly. "You got one sweet ass!"
"Do it hard, Joe! Do it hard!" cried out Greta.
"I'm doing it, baby! Ole Joe is doing it! Hang on tight now, 'cause ole Joe is gonna take your little ass on one hell of a roller coaster ride! Here goes!!!!"
With that exclamation he pumped frantically up and down on top of her ... sliding his long cock easily in and out of her lubricated pussy with speedy strokes. He kept withdrawing just up to the knob of his dick ... and then would plunge downward again ... driving the whole thing in with force as his balls bounced off her ass cheeks.
Greta too was working up into a frenzy of lust. She ripped her long fingernails across his shoulders and back in her passionate state ... bringing blood. One time when he had plunged his cock into her all the way with an extra surge of force, Greta excitedly bit Joe on the nearest shoulder. Her teeth marks left a definite imprint. Then she noticed that there were similar scars decorating his shoulders. Other lucky girls who had felt the pleasurable impact of his dynamite dong fucking them!
They both came at once! Greta shuddered uncontrollably as a series of orgasms shook her lust-wracked body. Joe aided her ardor by sending into her cunt his own stream of love juice that erupted when his nuts went off like an activated fire extinguisher!
Joe and Greta remained in the motel room most of the remainder of the night ... fucking and resting. But mostly fucking!
When they did finally get up to get dressed again dawn was well on its way. Going outside they noticed that the party had not yet ended for some of the guests though it was now very quiet. Some couples continued drinking and talking and still appeared reasonably sober. Probably late, late, late comers.
Other couples slept close together around the pool. But all were now dressed. The remaining partygoers had either gone home or had found some secluded place to continue their own private party.
Sleepily, Joe delivered a tired but happy Greta to her front door and bid her a cheery, "See you later, hon."
Greta tiptoed in quietly and peeked in one of the bed rooms. Nina was dozing peacefully. But Ava's bed was still untouched.
She knew that Ava was a big girl and could do whatever she wanted ... including staying out all night. But still Greta was worried. She couldn't help wondering. What had happened to Ava and her two dates?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Just about the time that Joe Cross had lured Greta into his motel room to fuck her, Ava had decided on her own to roust her bouncy little ass over to the airport to check on the arrival of her erstwhile boy friends, Bart Bronski and Ted Hytel.
Informed that the plane was due to arrive any minute she stayed there to greet them upon arrival. When the time came and the plane landed she watched Bart and Ted make a wobbly exit from the rear door of the huge jet. She knew instantly that they had already been drinking rather heavily.
Seeing her behind the rail their faces lit up in big handsome grins.
"Hi, sweetie!" called Bart.
Ted waved his greeting.
Ava said nothing till they reached her. She was sorry to see them half soused but she was determined not to let it wreck the evening for her. Even loaded they were still two big, wonderful, handsome hunks of men.
She let each of them kiss her on the cheek and then she gave them each another kiss on the lips. They walked out of the terminal building laughing and joking.
They headed directly for the motel and the party. Ava took them over to meet Nina. She even suggested slyly that Nina join them to make it a foursome but Nina vetoed the idea. Nina was duly impressed with the good looks of the two pilots but she wasn't in the mood to cheat on her boy friend. As Nina made her exit from the apartment to go out and rejoin the party she took Ava aside and suggested that she be sure to lock the door of the apartment if she didn't want anyone to barge in to change clothes or whatever.
"I don't know about that," Ava told her. "With two of them on my hands I don't think anything is going to happen. Not unless one decides to take off."
And with that parting word from her roommate Nina left them alone ... wondering to herself just what Ava was going to do with two dates to occupy her time. But she wasn't worried ... Ava always knew how to handle men!
"So that was your roommate," said Bart. "Too bad she can't join us, eh, Ted?" he winked at his buddy.
"Yeh, that's right. Got anymore stuff like that laying around, Ava?" Ted asked.
"Greta. She's very pretty also. But I thought you boys came here to see me?"
"We did doll," assured Bert as he stood next to her and let his hand roam freely over her ass as he talked.
She pushed his hand aside.
"This isn't exactly the time or place, is it?" she asked him in an irritated voice.
"Why not, babe? We're alone." Bart whispered in her ear.
"Bart ... we have company," she said, motioning toward Ted.
"Ted? Christ baby he's not company! He's my roomie. We share and share alike. Don't we, Teddy boy?"
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Ava, getting angry.
"Just what I said," Bart reiterated. "We're sharing you tonight on this date. You did invite us both, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. But just to the party. Not for anything else you might have in mind," Ava warned.
Bart just smiled and then Ted also grinned a big lascivious grin. Ted spoke.
"Why don't we sit down and talk this whole thing over, Ava?"
Before she had a chance to make any reply Ted had pulled her onto the couch next to him. Bart then sat down closely on her other side. She was wedged tightly between the two husky pilots.
"Don't try anything now," cried Ava. But she knew intuitively that her words were wasted. The two men were well oiled with booze and had a large dose of sex on their minds.
Without saying anymore Bart and Ted both began to run their big hands over Ava's body. She had been afraid they might try something like that. Earlier she had hoped that they would either take turns with her or just split up so one of them could have her.
Her good sense told her to leap up from the couch indignantly and tell them to behave themselves. After all, they'd only just arrived. And two of them was one too many for her. But she said nothing, nor did she move. Her body was responding to the tender, probing caresses no matter what her mind thought.
Ted had worked his hand inside her top and was feeling her tits up and squeezing them affectionately. While he was playing with her tits Bart was running his meaty hand up her thighs and into her crotch where he fingered her pussy lips and rubbed it gently. With four strong masculine hands exploring her body at one time Ava was helpless to resist. The exquisite sensations going through her cried out for more! More!
Now Bart was tweaking her left nipple while he caressed her left thigh and Ted was doing the same thing to her right tit and her right leg. Automatically, Ava spread her legs wide apart as she felt the two hands slowly creeping upward on her silky thighs. The burly hands managed to ignore each other as they reached the apex and each made a circuitous trip around her crotch and onto and into her cunt.
This wasn't right, she knew. How could she possibly satisfy both of them at once? But they didn't seem to be concerned about that, so she gave up worrying about it also. Instead, she surrendered herself wholly to the moment and the supreme ecstasy that was being created by so many hands and open lips.
As the hands roamed over her legs, Ava was glad she had decided against wearing the pants part of her suit. The flaring skirt had made things so much easier for the questing fingers!
Either one or both of the pilots had begun unfastening Ava's garments and with skill borne of experience they soon had her completely undressed. She was as bare as the day she was born!
Now the four big hands and two pairs of male lips were creating blazing sensations over her naked, sensitive skin. Blindly ... because passion clouded her vision ... Ava reached out and felt around on each side of her for each pilot's groin. Feeling the legs she soon moved her hands into position in their respective laps and played with the length of hardness that was straining in each crotch.
Dexterously she manipulated her fingers until she had discovered their zippers and then she pulled them downward until their flys were open. Sticking her hands in their pants she wrestled with their briefs for possession of the bulky hard ons that were encased therein. Finally she successfully brought out into the air each of the long, stiff cocks of her lovers.
While they continued to grope her flesh for new areas of delight Ava rubbed the two pricks vigorously until first one and then the other shot off a milky stream of love juice. The sticky semen ran down their cocks and onto Ava's hands and even onto the pilot's pants.
"Goddamn!" cursed Bart. "I just got these motherfuckers out of the cleaners, too. This shit really sticks!"
"My achin' ass!" exclaimed Ted, looking down at his fly.
"I'm sorry boys," said Ava.
"Not your fault, babe," consoled Bart. "We shoulda taken off these duds anyway. You got a washing machine here?"
Ava nodded yes.
"These are wash and wear so just drop 'em in and then put them in the dryer. We'll be able to put 'em on later."
Saying that, Bart and Ted both began to strip. When they had gotten all their clothes off, Ava took both pairs of pants and bundled them up. Quickly she slipped on a housecoat and took their pants out to the washing machine and started it. Fortunately it was only two doors from her apartment so she didn't have to go through the party revelers.
When she returned inside both Bart and Ted were ready, willing and able to resume their activities, so she climbed back out of the housecoat and joined them in the bedroom, as Bart indicated.
The three of them lay down on the bed naked with Ava situated between the two men. She rolled onto one side so that she faced Bart. He was on his side facing her. Behind Ava, Ted was on his side facing her rear.
Once again all the hands began traveling over her nude curves. Then ... acting together though they said nothing to each other ... Bart and Ted moved up tight against Ava. Ted's male body was pressed close to her rear parts and Bart's masculine charms were pressed against her front.
Together the three of them had formed a human sandwich. And the beautiful Ava was the tasty filling inside the two husky hunks of hard manly flesh. Each guy rubbed himself suggestively against the surface of Ava's tingling skin.
As she felt Bart pushing his prick into position in front of her twat and felt Ted doing the same with his cock but only in front of her asshole ... Ava was fearful of what was to come next.
Both of them were extremely well hung! Taking the length of just one prick into her was quite a chore ... but one from each side ... at the same time seemed to be asking a little too much!
"Wait!" shouted Ava. "You can't do that! It's impossible. I don't want you to kill me!"
"Bullshit!" Bart argued. "Me'n Ted have fucked other girls like that. They love it. You get two big cocks for the price of one!" he cackled obscenely.
"You're sure it won't hurt me?" she ventured timidly.
Ted rubbed a soothing hand over the cheeks of her ass as Bart talked lovingly in her ear.
"I promise, babe. Trust us. If it starts to hurt or you just don't like it just say the word and we'll quit."
With that promise Ava allowed them to proceed with their sandwich fuck ... a new experience entirely for her.
Bart was the first to penetrate her. He shoved his cock into Ava's pussy and pumped it all the way in up to the hilt with very little exertion. Her cunt was hungry for some stiff meat and it readily absorbed the swollen prong without resistance.
Ted rubbed some of his own spittle on the head of his dick and on the crack of Ava's ass in order to pave the way for an effectively lubricated penetration of her rear end. His job was a bit tougher to accomplish but he did manage to drive the knob inside the sphincter. Gradually he began pumping further for greater depth.
Ava suppressed a scream.
It did hurt. At first. But the peculiar sensation of Bart's deeply buried dong inside her and the tantalizing head of Ted's cock entering her asshole created a most unusual and thrilling tremor throughout her loins. Each new jab that Ted made as he pushed his prick up her asshole made her twitch with unbearable joy. By working slowly but surely Ted had ultimately forged all the way in. Now he had his long, hard cock as far inside Ava's asshole as Bart had his stiff prick up inside her cunt. She was thoroughly impaled from both sides.
"How does that feel, babe?" asked Bart breathily.
"My god!" exclaimed Ava. "I could stay like this forever! It feels as though my whole midsection has been split open but it feels too good to stop!"
"That's just the beginning, doll!" Ted offered.
"You start on your side, Ted," said Bart, "and then I'll take up the same rhythm over here."
"What are you going to do?" Ava asked, suddenly afraid again.
"Don't worry," said Bart. "We're just gonna give you a seesaw fuck. Ted'll begin and then I'll come in on a certain movement. With this kind of fuck you won't know whether you're coming or going but you won't care either as long as it keeps on groovin'!"
Ava tensed herself, not knowing what to expect ... but Ted made a few rotating motions with his buried cock to get her to loosen up. She did.
Her asshole was still pretty tight, so Ted had to make slow, prolonged strokes as he pulled his dong in and out of the shit tunnel. He reamed her faster and faster as the dirt road became more easily accessible. Bart was keeping track and when he saw Ted moving more rhythmically in and out ... he picked up his cue and slid his own dong back out as Ted was moving his in. Then they reversed and Bart shoved back in while Ted was pulling out. The two pilots were truly moving back and forth in a seesaw motion as they each fucked Ava in the pussy and up the asshole.
Ava's hot scalding body was wracked with tremors and convulsive shudders as the two huge pricks glided in and out of her apertures on either side. She was laughing and crying with joy and muttering little exclamations.
"God! God! Jesus Christ! Fuck me ... fuck me! Oh ... I love it! I love it! Do it! Keep doing it! Don't ever stop! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Bart was obviously pleased by her reaction. He smiled and pumped it to her even harder.
"We're fuckin' baby, we're fuckin'!" he shouted.
"I don't know about you, man," cried Ted, "but I'm about to blow my fucking nuts! I can't hold off much longer!"
"Ready whenever you are, Ted," yelled Bart. "I'm cuttin' loose right about ... NOW!"
With that announcement all three of the lovers roared to a hurricane-style climax!
Bart jerked spasmodically as he emptied his nuts into the interior of Ava's cunt. Ted also bucked as he shot one bolt of jism after another into her asshole. Ava herself felt her body dissolving into a thousand fragments as she had a twat twitching array of orgasms that mingled with the two onrushing loads of hot sperm gushing from the two cocks in her front and rear holes, causing her to erupt into an epileptic type seizure. Except that she was in no pain. It was all pure ... unadulterated ... pleasure!
When it subsided they all relaxed and let their bodies gradually return to normal. Both Ted and Bart's dicks had softened again and withdrew from the openings of Ava's spent body.
They lay there in a silent, happy heap of flesh.
Bart was the first to speak when they recovered their composure and breath.
"We didn't hurt you, did we babe?"
"Oh no," Ava assured him. "It was just too much! I mean, I enjoyed it. I can't quite describe it ... but I know I couldn't go through that too often. It'd kill me."
"That's okay," said Ted. "We don't do it often either. Not that many gals'll let us. And we don't get around together that much anyway. You're only the fourth one I believe, isn't that right, Bart?"
"Yeh," he agreed. "The fourth for us. I've done it with other partners though. It's a real nut buster all right!"
"After that what do you do for an encore?" laughed Ava.
"Don't worry your sweet little pussy about that kid," said Bart. "I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"What sleeve?" asked Ted facetiously, motioning to Bart's bare arms.
"Don't be a wise guy, buddy," Bart replied without rancor.
"Well ... shall we get dressed?" suggested Ava.
"What for babe?" Bart wanted to know.
She stood up naked in front of them and placed her hands on her hips as she assumed a scolding stance.
"This is a party you know! Don't you even want to dance a little or drink a little or eat a little? We can't just stay in bed!"
Bart squinted his eyes.
"Are you hungry babe?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. As a matter-of-fact, I am," she replied strongly.
"Then help yourself to a mouthful of Polish salami!" he said as he lifted up his long, limp cock in one hand.
"Don't be disgusting!" Ava barked.
"Cut the shit!" Bart said drily. "You eat cock and you love it. Tell you what we'll do. If you'll give me and Ted here a blow job first, we'll get dressed and go out and join your goddamned party!"
"And what if I refuse?" Ava flounced haughtily.
"Then you'll refuse," remarked Bart casually. "No big deal. I guess we can find a couple of other broads out there who'd enjoy wrapping their lips around a couple of prize winning studs."
"You're very funny," said Ava unsmilingly.
"Why don't you put something on and go get our clothes," Ted told her.
"I don't know!" said Ava poutingly.
"Will you go get the goddamned clothes!" barked Bart angrily.
She put on her house coat and left. A minute later she was back to announce that she had to put them in the dryer so they still weren't ready. Both Bart and Ted were swilling the whiskey that was on the table. Almost a fifth.
"Fuck the clothes!" said Bart. "Let's go out and take a swim like this. I haven't skinny-dipped in a long time."
"Me either!" Ted sounded too agreeable to suit Ava.
"Oh no you don't boys!" she spoke. "We had to get special permission from the management to use the pool tonight. Do you want us to get thrown out of our apartment?"
Bart was glancing out through the parted curtains.
"From what I can see," he said, "there's already a few out there making the clean scene. C'mon babe. Relax. Everybody's too drunk to care."
"Oh no you don't!" she said backing away as he made a menacing move to grab her. But she wasn't fast enough. He got ahold of one arm and Ted took her other arm. They tore her house coat all the way off ... leaving her totally naked again.
The two nude, drunk pilots carried a struggling Ava between them outside the apartment and over to the pool area. The other guests were alerted to what was taking place from the sound of Ava's vocal protestations.
Ted and Bart threw her in the water and then they dived in after her. They were playing around like kids on a Saturday afternoon at the pond. Since she was already in there, Ava decided to stick it out. She hoped Nina would show up so she could send her after some clothes.
Ava had no way of knowing at that moment that Nina had gone to the airport to check with operations on her flight to Mexico that was upcoming. Nor did Ava or any of the others know that a cruel joke was being perpetrated on them by a sullen character named Roy. He had just phoned the police anonymously that a nude swimming party was being held at the motel. Then he waited across the street to see the expected action when the police cars pulled up.
He wasn't disappointed.
Three police cars arrived at the scene, without benefit of sirens. Before the startled partygoers knew what was going on, the fuzz was in their midst, shoving and pulling.
At the sight of the blue uniforms and badges some of the guests ran in any direction they could. But the cops weren't bothering the drunks or others who still had some clothes on. They only nailed the handful of people who were in the complete nude, including Bart, Ted and Ava. The cops wouldn't even let them go in and get dressed. Instead, they were hustled off to the patrol cars covered only by a few bath towels that had been handy at poolside.
When Nina returned from the airport she saw that there were fewer people out by the pool. The party had definitely deteriorated. She was tired and had had enough partying for one night, so she went directly to bed.
Only a few guests clung tenaciously to the last vestiges of the celebration.
Neither Nina nor Greta nor Ava knew where the other girls were at that moment ... nor were they concerned.
With the possible exception of Ava. She must've been wondering where her friends were now that she needed them in a hurry. How would she ever explain to the police?
But roommate Greta was busy being fucked by Joe Cross' pile driving ass in another motel room. And roommate Nina was soon to be feeling the arms of Morpheus.
A naked and humiliated Ava was being driven to the police station by a couple of leering unsentimental cops! Ugly publicity could cost her her job she feared.
Ted and Bart sang dirty songs in their patrol car. They didn't appear worried about anything. To them the party had been a howling success!
They bragged about it to the cops.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The telephone rang steadily, rousing Nina from a sound and dreamless sleep. She could hardly believe her ears as Ava pleaded with her to please come down to the police station to bail her out, and to bring along her clothes and those belonging to the pilots that were out in the dryer.
Fortunately, Nina had cashed a paycheck the day before and so she had enough cash on hand to get Ava out. Ava then passed word through the jailers to Ted and Bart that she would be by later to bail them out as soon as she got to the bank that morning.
The two girls returned to the apartment and found Greta waiting there. It seemed she had gotten in herself while Nina was still asleep, but Greta had hit the bed and had never ever heard the phone ring herself!
Ava then tried to explain her predicament to her roommates as simply as possible.
While she was doing that, across town Cal Westerfield was wondering to himself how he could break the news to Nina. He wasn't going to get a divorce and he definitely was going to break off their relationship. He owed that much to his wife he thought.
A marvelous turn for the better had taken place in his domestic situation. He had left Nina and the party and had returned straight home. His wife hadn't gotten back yet so he watched TV awhile and then went to bed.
Cal had been asleep a little less than an hour and he was dreaming of the brief but wonderful fling he had experienced that evening with Nina. Disappointingly the time they had spent together in the sack was all to short. He was still feeling randy and while lying on his back his cock rose upward under the sheet into a tall spire of rigid flesh! It was indeed a roaring hard on!
He suddenly felt the liquid warmth of a mouth devouring his prick in long teasing, gliding strokes. He was now partially conscious and he knew that he was being sucked off. But how? Who?
Awareness gradually filled his sleep clouded mind and Cal opened his eyes to find Lucy, his wife ... of all people ... with her head bent over his naked body as she sucked him vigorously until he came like a burst of gunfire and shot a barrage of milky semen down her receptive throat.
When she was through they made love together like two young honeymooners. Nothing whatever was held back by either of them as they explored and felt and loved every part of each other's body.
Later on they smoked and had the inevitable conversation about what changes had come over both of them.
Lucy didn't dare tell Cal about her meetings with Roy, the male whore. Instead, she explained her changed attitude toward sex and its variations as the advice given her by a psychiatrist she purported to have visited in search of a solution to her marital discord.
"He said that nothing between a married couple in the act of making love could be considered wrong or perverse," explained Lucy. She hoped that Cal wouldn't remember that he was the one who had spoken those very words to her. "And when I came in now and saw you in bed like that I guess I was finally able to overcome my distaste. I wanted to give it a try anyway. Was it any good, dear?"
Cal believed every word she told him. He'd have never suspected his wife of being unfaithful in a million years.
"Just about perfect!" was his verdict.
After talking a short while longer they went back to making love in every conceivable position that Cal could think of, and he had been thoroughly schooled!
In the dawning hours as Lucy dozed peacefully next to him, Cal pondered about Nina and their illicit affair. It definitely had to come to an abrupt end. He and Lucy had resumed their marital relations with a bang so to speak!
Nina was a nice girl ... very beautiful.....she'd find someone new to replace him ... he was sure of that. Still he wanted to do right by her. He decided that later that day he'd see his lawyer and make arrangements to have a quarter of a million dollars worth of blue chip stock transferred from his name to Nina's. That would give her something comfortable to rest on should she ever lose her job, and would help remove the sting when he broke the sad news of his reconciliation with his wife to her.
Back again at the motel, Nina was once more in bed. This time she was dreaming. Of becoming Mrs. Calvin Westerfield. Though she didn't yet realize it, the party was really over for her and Cal. But she was young, and she wouldn't remain brokenhearted for very long.
Not with the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in stocks that would soon be hers!
Everyone's life had altered some way after that fateful party the three stewardesses threw.
Greta and Joe Cross had become a steady twosome. He even went so far as to give up all his other girl friends ... even the times when Greta was away from home on an extended flight. He'd wait for her return and then they'd make mad passionate love all night long.
Many many weeks had passed since Greta, Nina and Ava had flung their great big "do your own thing" bash.
Bart Bronski and Ted Hytel had returned to their home base after pleading guilty along with Ava to a misdemeanor charge and paying a fine. They were all glad that no publicity of any kind had come of the arrests.
Ava still remained on friendly terms with the two pilots and they met occasionally when one or the other was in Miami or New York. Their sexual escapades grew in abundance as they spent all of their reminiscing time under the covers!
Greta was the big surprise!
When she announced one day that Joe Cross had proposed, both her roommates were stunned. They had always considered Greta the least likely of the three of them to land a husband first.
But she did it!
No one was more surprised though than Joe's friends and buddies ... or for that matter, Joe himself. He never thought he'd take the big plunge. But he felt Greta was something special. She was more than just a good lay in the sack. The love bug had finally gotten him and had him right by the nuts, he informed his closest male friends.
Circumstances were forming to disrupt the pleasant living arrangements the three stewardesses had so long enjoyed together.
First was the departure of Greta after her wedding to the mechanic. She moved her things out of the apartment, leaving only Ava and Nina to share the rental and other expenses.
Next thing was Nina's sudden announcement one day that she was quitting her job and moving to Mexico. She'd never told anyone of the vast fortune she had come into through Cal's generous gesture. Nor did she tell anyone of the Mexican actor she had met on one of her layovers in Acapulco. Ironically, he was dead broke. But he was handsome and could make wild love, and Nina had become addicted to his muscular young body.
She too moved out of the apartment to go live with her Latin lover!
Now Ava was all alone. Other stewardesses had already made their living arrangements, so she couldn't get any roommates to share her financial burden. But the apartment was too convenient to give up, so she saved and scrimped to pay for it.
But it was lonely, too.
Bart and Ted were great fun, but they were so far away. So she constantly made the rounds of the bars at night when she felt the need to find someone to share her lonely bed.
One evening she walked into a bar she'd never been in before. There were several likely looking prospects sitting around and they all seemed interested as she came in the door.
Ava took a stool at the bar near a dark haired young man who looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn't for the life of her place him.
He looked interested too!
"Do you have a light?" she asked him as she took out a cigarette.
Leaning over closer he lit it for her. Then he moved to the stool next to her.
"You're new here," he stated.
"Yes. First time I've ever been to this place. It looked interesting so I came in."
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be all alone."
"Thank you. But even pretty girls are alone sometime."
"Gee. That's too bad. I get the feeling that I've met you somewhere before. Have I?"
"Funny," said Ava. "I had the same feeling about you. But I'm sure we've never met. I'd remember."
With that suggestive hint in her voice he parted his legs so that she could look down easily into his lap. The lengthy bulk of his super-size genitals was clearly evident through the tight material of his pants. He reached down and rubbed his hand slowly over the bulging crotch.
Ava reacted right away. This guy was obviously well hung and was as anxious as she to get laid so why waste precious time?
"Apparently you're after the same thing I'm after," she told him.
"Apparently," he agreed.
"Well then," said Ava seductively. "Maybe we should get to know each other better. My name is Ava. What's yours?"
