Twice last night Jackie had made love to Evi, the second time being a particularly passionate twenty-five minute session. No wonder she was still asleep. He had hammered his shaft into her until her long, shapely legs just stretched out and her head went back. The poor girl had climaxed again and again until each of them lost count.
"Dear brother, you'll have to call it a night because your partner in perversion has just quit on you. Maybe you can go on forever, but I can't!"
Perversion? He had to laugh. It was incest! But as Jackie looked at the sleeping girl, the thought that he would soon be alone again disturbed him more than anything else. If only he could turn the clock back, holding the dawn back for a few hours longer. The new day shadowed his life instead of brightening it. Soon Evi would leave on vacation. As to what had happened between them, well, it had been a mutual hunger with nature taking the inevitable course. It was wrong, they had both admitted, but the first mating had been so perfect, an unusually savage screw, and morals had been thrown aside.
His sister was not only a beauty but an animal in bed. The long, reddish hair which fell over her cheeks and shoulders had the sheen of copper. He rolled over to slide his hand along the swell of her hip. The sheet was bunched up about her legs, and her sunburned thighs contrasted vividly with the snow-white buttocks.
What a body! Oh, man! He studied the lush, twenty-two-year-old body with its taut, generous breasts, bowl-like stomach, and flaring hips that flowed into long thighs and calves. The thick mound of curling hair marking the division of the curved thighs caught his eye. He struggled for breath as his manhood hardened.
"Can't you sleep anymore," Evi moaned. "I felt you moving about."
"It's morning already."
"Aw ... hell!" With her eyes tightly closed, Evi stretched, causing her rich-fleshed breasts to bubble up.
They looked at one another, their thoughts running along the same lines. It was hell, all right, especially for him. Their affair, purely physical, would be temporarily shelved. She was going off to where the sun shone all day and the air was hot and men would drool at the sight of her bikini-clad figure on the beach.
Evi had asked him to come with her, but he couldn't afford a trip down the street much less a vacation in one of the most expensive resort areas going. He was broke, and a girl with her beauty deserved a man unattached to her by blood.
"Oh, I know it's wrong, but, Jackie, even to be separated for two weeks!"
Her lovely face was suddenly streaked with tears. As her arms rose he smelled the strong odor of her body. His lips searched for hers, and her warm, wet mouth opened to release a tongue that was alive and melting on his.
She pressed closer, writhing, and when he explored her body to clutch the massed breasts, she tore her mouth free and gasped with pleasure. He was pulled down upon her silken-fleshed, full breasted body. The long, strong legs were locked about his, and she arched to receive the staff that was hard, thick, curving, bulging with veins. Moisture dribbled out of the throbbing tip to splash in her navel.
He panted above her and she grasped his penis to guide it slowly past her vaginal lips into the hot cavern, urging him to fall, to use his weight so that the rod tore down the passageway.
"Yeah, yeahhh!"
"Oooh, am I glad you're big ... oohhh, does it feel good!"
"You feel good too! Man, it's all greased in there and. ... oooo, baby!"
"You ... you're such a good size ... big and oohhh, so hard!"
He balanced his weight on her stomach, gripped her already rotating buttocks and bore in so savagely that she moaned. But, caught up in the throes of a lust that boiled, she was the one setting the rhythm.
"Easy," he begged, "not so fast with that all!"
"Darling, I ... I cannot control my ass."
"And you're too tight now, baby! It hurts when you squeeze my dong like that."
"Sphincter muscles, darling. I know how to manipulate them ... oh, oh, oh, if you don't move ... faster I'll squeeze tighter and ... and make you come like a bastard!"
A wild screw! With her shapely hips twisted and lurching, somewhat piston-like, she forced him into a tempo that was now too relentless. Although always swiftly aroused and extremely passionate, she always took too long to gain her peak. Thus, he was forced to hold himself in rigid control.
Man, this was fucking! He could last a long time, awe the girls with his durability; not a few of them had clawed up his back and screamed the walls down after he had shafted them. But this girl was different. She could be pronged by the minute, taking the in-and-out trip without let-up and give it back too, for a long, long time.
Within the rhythm of love grew a delight that became more intense. What a fantastic fuck! How in hell could he let her go? But it was a mutual sensation created each time he bore down and she heaved up. His hands grasped the plump pillows of the ass that she moved in a circular motion.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the hard penis took more ground, tearing deeper into her womanhood. But she met the frantic pace he set, rising to meet him, retreating only to rise again. Her body melted into his as soft words poured out of her parted mouth, telling of all the splendid joys she gained.
"Oh fuck me, oh, fuck me, oh, fuck me!"
"I'm fucking the ass off you, baby!"
"Yeahhhhh!"
He rammed her, feeling her quim grip the hard length of his tool. His hands clasped her buttocks, one cheek in each palm. The mounds were so silken in texture yet so muscled, tensed, as the girl neared her moment.
"Oooh, you ... you are going to have a girl exploding under you ... soon!"
"What do you think is happening ... ahhh, to me too?"
"We'll make it together!"
He grunted and groaned and slowed his stroke to stave off his climax, but as she writhed in a hot orgasm he felt himself coming, flowing like a small, hot stream into her.
"Eeeeeooooowwwww! You too, you came too and ooohhh!"
"Baby ... ahhh baby doll!"
Their lusts mingled, each rising to ecstasy and then collapsing, gasping and exhausted, the hammering together, he from above, she from below, finally coming to a halt.
Her fingers caught in the hair on the back of his head, yanking him down against her throbbing breasts. He tasted the rubbery flesh-mounds that stood up so proudly from her body, kissed and teased the tight nipples.
"No ... no, no more of that. Let me rest." Her strong legs still clung to his, arms tight on his heaving form.
He bit and licked the rubbery nipples again. She shrieked and scraped her nails across his neck; crushing him closer with her muscled thighs.
"We're going for another one because I haven't softened and you're opening up again."
He saw the lust in her round, light eyes and he saw the nostrils of her tilted nose flare. He heard the rasp of her breath, and as a sudden dizziness descended upon him, he found himself aching and eager for a new appeasement.
Still buried, 'hard as before, he stabbed down, enjoying the slight pain fresh contact offered. A tiny cry left her mouth, and automatically her rounded ass made a circle on the bedsheets.
"Ooooh God, how can you keep that hard-on? How, oh how?"
"You're more juicy now; it's like dipping my stick into ... ahhh; it burns when you move like that!"
But she continued to move along with him, their breathing quite loud, their bodies working to the beat of two pounding hearts.
The last time, he thought, the last fuck. And he shouted: "The very last fuck!"
In a move that was calculatingly determined, he lunged violently, knowing as she rose up, offering her luscious body, yielding her soft opening to his rampant staff, that something masochistic within her yearned for this attack.
"It hurts, but what a beautiful hurt!"
Both of them were now obsessed by that hot and trembling urgency that was going to carry them oh, so speedily, toward a molten and shattering and painful finish.
Then he raised up, pulling his instrument, all gleaming and hard, out of her. She cried in agony, calling him a son of a bitch for doing that to her. Put it back in, she screamed, was he trying to torture her. Such shivers were racing through her that obviously the copper-haired girl could not control herself.
"Put it back in, I said!"
She raised a hefty leg high and pinched his manhood with her thumb and forefinger. The balled end of his penis was taken into a velvet fire, the lips opening wider.
"Ahhh God," he tried to explain, "I just wanted it to last longer ... that's why I stopped. With most women I can go on and on, but you ... that cunt of yours ... I...."
Holding fast to the globes of her butt he pulled her up, and his excited member, the knob swollen and creamed over but still velvety, drilled in. She screeched, but her wet, pulsing vagina parted even wider. The taut pressure on his tool reminded him of a finger in a too-tight glove.
"It's bubbling inside there. Ooooh, you bitch, am I going to fuck you!"
She swiveled her hips, rolled her belly, twisted her ass and the action started again. "You ... you'll have to be quick darling because I'm coming and I'm going to make you come too!"
He drove into her, harder than before, and she came almost immediately, making a weird noise. And while the beautiful girl cried out from her orgasm and shuddered, he let out a yell and shot another load into her quiff.
"There baby, there baby ... yeahhhhh!"
"Ooooo, ooooo, oooooo, darling!" the redhead continued to ride the hard column even while the hot seed spurted into her womb.
He slipped out, spotting her gleaming thighs with his flow. He was reluctant to leave the bed and wash because soap and water would reduce him to nothing, but while his penis still retained some hardness he could function.
"I'm still hard," he gasped, "still standing up!"
"Let me change position. But please, keep that thing stiff!"
The beautiful girl, somewhat recovered from the effects of her orgasm, twisted about. Her plump breasts stood straight out and her rounded thighs were sleek and shining with sweat.
When she rolled over onto her stomach, the bursting mounds of her buttocks overwhelmed him. She was a wonder, this hot-blooded creature. Man, that flawlessly shaped ass and those tits of hers, big, round globes. A super body, a super fuck!
There was a lot of wealth in that ass of hers and he stroked it, kneading the spheres, feeling his manhood take on more size, swelling up. It tickled her buttocks right at the division, and with a lurch she turned, lying on her back, the curved hips still weaving.
Her marvelous ass ground over the sheets in the violence of a renewed sexual frenzy, and he knew that this was going to be an all-morning affair. There was a sharp intake of her breath and her face twisted up with lust.
"Darling ... how, ooh how can that thing still be so....serviceable?" A whimpering gasp escaped her lips as he dragged the heavy penis down her stomach to the triangle of hair.
Her searching fingers slid through his dark, curling hair. The tips with their long, enameled nails traced the outlines of his face, then her arms fell. She lolled among the crushed pillows, her hands clutching her big, rounded breasts and her eyes slitted.
"Ahhh, I don't want it to end, ever!"
He kissed her face, sucked on her lovely mouth, then passed his mouth down her throat and further along the hot, perspiring flesh to the upright breasts with their stiffened red nipples. Using his tongue like a whip, he lashed the globes and went further down to circle around the navel set in the center of her soft belly.
She knew what he was going to do when his head went between her widely spread thighs, and even though she wished to be eaten, she begged him not to do it.
"That drives me wild, so don't, oooh, don't!"
She whined, pleading with him not to eat her. But the aroma of her vagina assailed his nostrils undaunted, he applied his mouth to the twitching slit, separating the lips, shooting his tongue inside, laving the walls and tackling the tiny clit sheathed by its hood of flesh. The redhead screamed and screamed.
Somehow, almost acrobatically, she twisted about, shoveling the full length of her fantastically curved body under him, working him further down the bed. His stiffened penis and his full scrotum smacked against her chin. The girl reared up and locked her legs about his head, forcing him to glue his mouth to her snatch.
"Now ... let's feast!"
A sixty-nine! And how! Something that he could go at with gusto. But when he felt his penis bitten and pulled in, actually swallowed into her mouth and nibbled on by her sharp teeth, he had to let out a yell.
"Don't yell, man! Eat me too!"
"Yeahhhh!" His tongue lashed inside her and her juices bubbled forth. She threshed sinuously, caught her breath and clamped her lips tighter around his stiff instrument. Roaring passion convulsed him, and he climaxed.
Moaning from the mad moment, he pulled free, shaking, and heard her spit the stuff over the side of the bed. Then as he got to his knees, not altogether recovered, she grabbed a comer of the bedsheet to wipe the not yet defeated penis.
A brief rest ensued while he played with her ass, those brazen hindquarters. Sensual delight radiated throughout his body again and was transmitted to his still undulating sex partner. The prominent posterior, so satiny, quivered all the more.
The girl's eyes dimmed as she heaved deep sighs and turned around. Her lips tightened, her arms slid around his neck, her long, hard-muscled legs interlaced with his. They united easily this time, his stiffened prick sliding right into her wet slot
"Club me with that thing now, hard!"
"You'll know it!"
He went at it without mercy. Her mouth contorted as she abandoned herself to the burning fire, welcoming the forceful, violent pounding. He took her hard, but she was equally vigorous, handling the attack gleefully, skillfully, rippling under him, kissing and biting and making him come.
"Aghhhhh!" He dug deeper, shooting rapidly, the burn of his semen making her gasp and jerk and cling tighter with her arms and legs. She scraped his muscled shoulders with her sharp fingernails, glued her mouth to his, and with her ass cheeks bounding like two bouncing balls, climaxed.
Later she got up. She shook her head from side to side, the long, reddish hair splashing down over her unlined forehead and swirling about her smooth throat. She resembled a spoiled child, the face so lovely, the mouth pouting, and that magnificent body, so incredibly shaped with the big, firm buttocks thrusting out, and those powerful tits.
They did not talk much. She knew he was applying for a position as publicity man with a playboy, a character who had earned his money the dirty way, was getting rid of it fast and needed his name whitewashed so he could play some more. And she was going off, to burn under the sun and, certainly to fuck under the moon. They would meet again, incest notwithstanding, after he had sold his services to the playboy and earned some money.
A brief kiss, a moment to fill his hands with her buttocks and knead the ripe breasts, and his sister was gone. Later, perhaps, they might pick up, but who knew....
CHAPTER TWO
A half-dozen flights above Curzon Street in a newly constructed building which towered over most of the Mayfair district, a couple had just finished making love. The man, short but handsome, was French, known in the social circles of London and his native Paris as a non-worker, someone who used his looks and sexual ability to carry him through life. He lived, it was stated, rather well, doubtless through charm and learned bed skills, for these days good looks were common place, and competition was keen. But Pierre Boland considered himself a champion, while the pretty lads hustling, screwing any woman in sight to make ends meet, were mere contenders.
The naked woman who had just left his arms after experiencing a half-dozen orgasms was a fantastic looking creature. Her name was Bianca. She claimed to be of South American origin, but her passport bore the name Molly Burns and the place of birth listed was Glasgow, Scotland, a city she had no intentions of ever returning to. Nor did she ever hope to see again her hard-working parents who still resided there. Bianca was quite satisfied with her new identity and role as the mistress of playboy-financier, Gregory de Soto.
Sounds came from within the large apartment, and she whispered: "I think he is here, the American journalist."
Pierre, standing before the window was flexing his muscles. His manhood, darker than the rest of his body, hung like a length of rubber hose from the shaggy mound of pubic hair.
He was about to light a cigarette. "The fellow who is going to get that American visa for de Soto?"
"The same."
"Hah," he snorted, "you'll get to heaven alive before that happens."
Bianca shrugged. "I can't say that I care one way or another." She told Pierre to get dressed and leave by the side door. "Let them make their little plans out there just as long as I'm not caught giving myself to you."
He was close to the bed, the cigarette, discarded after two puffs, burning in an ashtray. "Another?"
Her violet eyes widened at the suggestion. "Are you insane? We'd be heard."
He was already in bed, lying alongside her, stroking her smooth, rounded thigh. "Must you make so much noise when your time comes? Bite down on your hand."
While she was thrilled by the idea that he would endanger himself to sleep with her again, Bianca was disturbed by his potency. He had weakened her that afternoon, left her raw, drained, and limp, and she was afraid of submitting to another battering.
Good God, just imagine what would happen if she went away with him for a weekend as he wanted. Why he'd be insatiable and his demands would kill her!
But how wonderful, how fresh, how alive was that strong youthful body, how glorious to feel that penis moving within her, scoring her vaginal walls. Images of other men, some long forgotten, others recently known, came into her mind, all of them fat and flabby and disgustingly impotent.
The boy's head was in her lap, his hands sliding around her silken calves. An impatient desire urged him to part her limbs. He kissed the insides of her thighs, working his mouth higher, and higher, his panting breath burning her skin.
She flexed her legs as he burrowed between them. His soft, slickly combed hair sent shivers along her thighs. She mashed his head in a fleshy vise, but his fingers, digging into her opulent rump, created too stimulating a charge. Her senses soared as he pasted soft kisses along the rippling ridges of her stomach.
"Ooooh ... ooooohhh!" His tonguing and fiery kisses and swift nibblings caused her beautifully shaped body to glow. Her pubic hairs were soaking wet with spittle, and something deliciously slick dove into her cleft. The tip flicked at the already stiffened button within, tantalizing it, curling around it.
Her eyes were slits, her hands were buried in his now-tousled hair as the flaming heat of his tongue built fires in her vagina. She writhed and moaned in the flame as those fires now blended into one mass. They increased, in rapid fury until each part of her, abandoned to the all-consuming, sizzling pyre, dissolved.
Pierre raised a face that was wet from her flow. His eyes shone. "You see, you came ... without releasing a single sound."
Bianca was a conquered woman. She relinquished herself entirely to the torturous spasms that left her so weak, but so much at peace. Feverish now, and sweltering, she awaited his next attack.
His hot breath caressed her face just before their mouths joined. He lifted his head, smiling and shoved his hand down between her thighs. His fingers encountered her wet bush and burrowed into the love mound.
"Ahhhh ... stop! Stop or I will scream out!"
He fingered her swiftly and expertly, feeling the lips of her cleft soften and open wider and release warm oils. She held fast to him, wrinkling her beautiful face and nearly crying. At length, she doubled up and climaxed, as before, moaning softly.
For a moment he stroked her lusty, provocative body. Then he penetrated her. She gasped when half of his fleshy pole was in her, widening the passage. But then she dug her fingers into his waist, pulling him closer. She tossed her hips about and he sank deeper, sliding in until their pubic hairs were woven together. Belly to belly was an inflammatory contact.
They kissed and tore their lips apart long enough to suck in air, and blended again in a primitive struggle. Pliantly, she swung her powerful buttocks upward in a motion that ripped a squeal from him. In retaliation he plunged deeper, slamming down upon her threshing body.
" Now, she did not care who heard, and she gasped and cried and bucked under the hammering impact. Setting a barbaric pace, she carried him along, forcing him to hasten and sustain the pressure.
"Slow it ... slow it or I'll end too soon!"
"Come, come ... you know we cannot do this all day, so come, come now!"
It was too strong, too maddening for their systems. Swirling in violent sensation, the lovers quickly reached the boiling point of ecstasy. Convulsing from the roaring climax, she pumped the cheeks of her rump, contributing all the skill at her command. Even when the lithely muscled young body responded in frantic explosion, she held fast.
Voraciously, her tongue lashed his face, her sweating body sinuously accommodating him, urging his final relief. Pierre, emitting a soft whine, dug himself deeper into the trap and flowed.
"Oooohhh, Bianca!"
Radiant with joy, she locked her long, muscular legs about his back, refusing him surrender. He jerked up in silent protest, then sprawled limp and spent, his openmouthed face cushioned in the upthrusting, spike-pointed breasts.
"Let me go, Bianca ... oohh, how will I be able to do anything tonight? Ohhh, how will I earn my money, if I can't screw those old bats?"
"That's your problem, love. And now let me go clean up and face that journalist."
Bianca broke the communication, feeling the once strong but now limp cock slip between the gates of her vagina. Effortlessly, she swung her big curving hips, gliding free of the seemingly weightless young man. Satiated, her violet eyes glassy, she staggered from the room.
Twenty minutes later, when she returned, Pierre was gone.
Bianca stood before the dressing table in her bedroom eavesdropping on the conversation in the adjacent room. The voices of the two men were quite clear; Bechi as usual was smooth, almost purring, while the American curtly negated every suggestion. Touch man, she decided. Persuasive as Bechi was, he could not convince the journalist. She listened a bit longer as she trailed a perfume-dampened wad of cotton down the valley of her taut, balloon-like breasts.
Her mouth stretched into a wide smile. Pity she couldn't dash out now, nude as she was, into the front room. Her appearance would have this man begging to join the staff of this crooked household.
Bianca tossed her head, flinging the tawny mass of silken hair about her tanned shoulders, and searched through the clothes closet for the silk jersey. She examined the dress, thinking it would do the trick. One look at her, and the man would race to his typewriter to grind out lie after lie, all of which would state that Gregory de Soto, international playboy and manipulator of other people's cash, was a wonderful man.
Both of them, the little tub Bechi, and Gregory, had asked Bianca to assist them in this scheme. After some previous research into the journalist's background, it was discovered that he had an eye for the ladies.
Her face bespoke breeding, she thought, with its high cheekbones, straight, flaring-nostril nose, slanted violet eyes, and wide mouth. But it was always her body that men first noticed and immediately wanted. It was too large, she knew and almost indecently voluptuous. The bursting bosom was unusually full, the breasts spherically shaped, separated by an amazingly deep cleft. Whenever she arched her back, they bubbled up buoyantly, enlarging, so that it was impossible for her to span their circumference with her hands. Her thighs were no less amply sculptured, long, round, hard-muscled. And her legs were endlessly long, with slender ankles and large but smooth calves.
While Bianca spun before the mirror, enjoying the luscious reflection of herself-especially the enormous, provocatively shaped backside, so solidly constructed that each hemisphere was almost an outrageous exaggeration-the telephone at her bedside rang.
"Yes?" She pressed the receiver to her ear.
"It's Gregory. Is that man there?"
"Talking to Bechi. It doesn't look good so far." She gave a brief laugh. "Perhaps he is an honest man."
The voice on the other end was silent, then: "Right Bianca, it's up to you, now."
"I'll do my best, of course, you know that. But I'm no miracle maker. If Bechi, offering him money, can't convince him, then my job will be all the more difficult."
"I want you to go all the way, understand?" The playboy waited for his words to sink in. "One look at you is all it will take. Wear something that shows off your body and success is ours." The line went dead.
Bianca sighed and started to dress.
Perhaps, Jack thought, it was the loss of Evi this morning, and the wish to replace her with another girl, that prompted him to come here and listen to Horace Bechi's bullshit. Money was the only salvation. Have enough of it and you will have the respect of people. And the bodies of luscious girls.
As the little fat man prattled on, Jack looked about the huge sitting room. Fresh air floated in through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rich-colored Persian rugs lay end to end over the ceramic tiles. Two walls were packed with the works of Vermeer, Renoir, Monet, Pisarro and Degas. The furniture was Louis XV and the lighting in the room was marvelous, aiding every expensive fixture, bringing to the whole an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. No doubt about it, Gregory de Soto lived like royalty here.
"Listen," he said, "why is your man so hopped up about living in America? Things aren't so great there now with all the political scandals. The do-gooders would take a dim view of his presence."
Bechi nodded. "The same old charges. Too wild, too wanton. Those charges die hard. But what you must accept is that de Soto has put all hell-raising behind him. He wants to settle down."
"Yeah, with the money stupid people throughout Europe invested in his mutual funds set-up. Jesus!"
"Oh, come, come!"
"A crook!" Jack set his whisky glass on a marble table and stretched his legs. "I'm surprised he's not in prison. No amount of writing I do will clean his image. I can go about London whispering into one hundred ears, but my voice is not loud enough. He's envied by people who would like to imitate his life style, and he's hated by people he's cheated."
Bechi, a short, tubby man dressed in a black silk, suit leaned forward. "You must try. I urge you to try because it will do me some good too."
"You!" Jack rose and ran nervous fingers through his thick curling hair. "What the hell do I care what happens to you?"
"But you do care what happens to yourself, eh? Do you enjoy your mode of life in that dump on Ebury Street?"
"Is that the way to get me to agree, by attacking my poverty? Why don't you remark on the suit I'm wearing?"
"Because it would be pointless. Now listen, we are ready to deposit ten thousand dollars in your bank account."
It hit home. Now, in thoughtful silence, he studied his reflection in a gilt-edged mirror, wondering if his appearance would change for the worse after this assignment.
"Before or after the job?"
"Ah hah! I expected some bickering, and I was planning to go to fifteen thousand. But-you shall get that sum anyway." Bechi smiled, revealing highly polished teeth. "Five thousand upon acceptance. To show our good faith."
"It's a deal," he said, and out of the comer of his eye he spotted some movement. He turned from the small man to see a statuesque blonde in the doorway. The sight of her left him breathless, and he stared in awe at Bianca.
Bechi leaped to the rescue. "Ahh, Bianca, how lovely you look! Come in and meet our friend, Jack Mitford."
The blonde's voice was low, husky. "I heard voices, and...."
"But you are not interrupting, is she?"
"Not at all." He took in the wonder of the tall, well-endowed blonde. What a beautiful girl! And those breasts!
She extended a bracelet-laden arm and tightened strong, cool fingers about his hand. She faced him, breasts jutting forward, her smile suggestive, almost challenging.
He was reluctant to release her hand. Her stance fired his imagination. And it was not difficult for him to judge what the Amazonian body imprisoned by the sleek, clinging dress was like. "Are you related to Mr. de Soto?"
"Not exactly, although we are from the same country." Her eyes were level with his, slanted, deeply violet and slightly mocking.
He let go of her hand at last, smiling as she moved off, leaving an erotic trail of perfume in her wake. He missed nothing, the swing of the long-tressed tawny mane, the kick of the big-calved legs, the fabric of the silk knit stretched taut, barely containing her rippling, muscled behind.
Some drinks and more talk followed, then Bianca took her leave, returning to her room. Bechi shook his head.
"It appears that you are overwhelmed, no? A beautiful face, pumpkin breasts, ham-like haunches," he snorted. "You will find the fifteen thousand dollars of greater value."
"Do you mind if I phone her ... or is she de Soto's exclusive property?"
"Phone, if you wish. You shall find her easily ... ah, shall I say, available."
"Okay, then I'll start to work, polishing up de Soto's image. A thorough whitewash. But if he can't get that visa for the States I still expect to keep the five thousand advance."
"Agreed. This very evening I shall arrange for the money." He escorted him out the door and down the hall to the elevator. "And do not forget to phone our lovely Bianca."
In the street, a maroon Rolls Royce pulled up before the apartment building. A man, immediately recognizable as Gregory de Soto, assisted by the uniformed chauffeur, left the rear of the large car. As he moved toward the entrance of the house, peeling yellow suede gloves from his well-kept hands, he bumped into Jack.
He expected an apology from the journalist but none was forthcoming. De Soto raised his black, velvety eyebrows. "You could watch where you are going."
Jack hated him on sight.
De Soto's thinning black hair was combed flat to his Scalp and gleamed like enamel. The moustache was perfectly trimmed. The tan-either from a sun lamp or a bottle-lent a healthy glow to the bold cheek-boned face. The eyes, dark and moist as a cocker spaniel's, belied the viciousness usually attributed to the man.
"My new job," Jack smirked.
"I do not follow you."
The playboy wore a dark blue suit with solid gold buttons, a pale blue silk shirt, a snow-white, large knotted necktie, and black suede shoes. Gregory de Soto looked damned good, and he was secure in the knowledge that all who surveyed him thought so. But this man-with his rather battered appearance was not part of the crowd.
"I've just accepted the job," said Jack, "but looking at the subject, convinces me that the task of whitewashing is going to be damned difficult."
"Ahhh!" Twin spots of crimson appeared on de Soto's tanned cheeks. "You are the journalist. I see, I see." He stepped aside, unwilling to make anything of the conversation. "I'll overlook your rudeness now, but please remember that as much as I need your services, a second rudeness will not be tolerated."
Jack shrugged and went to look for a taxi.
He was in his flat setting up the typewriter when the knock on the door came. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of the tall blonde. She murmured a hello and entered the room. Damn it to hell, things were happening much too fast for him. He started to voice his surprise, but she was strolling about, examining his things, showing him a sculptured profile. He became aware of her perfume and as he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils, Bianca faced him. Her eyes were half-closed, and her red, voluptuous mouth twitched in the beginning of a smile.
"It was dull back there in that museum, much too boring for me, and I came here seeking some excitement. Can you offer it?" She strutted away again and bent over to run her hand along the rumpled bed that still contained the odors of its previous occupant.
He noticed how the supple bending of her big body increased the girth of her hindquarters. His blood pounded in his veins. He was always game for adventure, but this was outright lunacy. The girl spoke as if she wished to be assaulted. His imagination, never sluggish or inactive, already saw the big blonde's flexible body stretched out in his bed, awaiting his attack, the smooth, satiny thighs trembling, the bulbous breasts hopping in time to her racing pulse.
"A girl like me needs a little fun, and those two men, Bechi and de Soto, can't understand that." Her violet eyes contained so much innocence.
There should be an answer to that but he could not think of one, and then, the beautiful girl was against him. She ran her fingers into his hair, pressed her parted mouth to his and lashed his tongue with hers.
He was swept off into a tide of roaring excitement and felt her hand pass along his thigh, searching for his manhood. Satisfied by his response, she fondled him. Groaning, he tore his lips free and held her tight, grabbing the surging, resilient cheeks of her ass.
"Come," she whispered. "I am starving for sex. Now it is up to you to handle my appetite."
Without speaking they undressed. He stripped, revealing a body that was, much to Bianca's surprise and pleasure, firm and muscular. As he closed the outside shutters and drew the musty curtains, throwing the bedroom into darkness, he heard the whispered sound of her clothes falling to the floor.
Hurriedly he switched on the small table lamp. The light dappled her moving body, streaking the upthrust red-tipped breasts, enhancing their spherical shape and enormity. Proud, junoesque, the violet eyes soft, the wide mouth smiling, she spun about for his examination.
It seemed to him that the breasts were as perfectly sculptured as king-sized goblets, less tanned than the domed stomach and succulent buttocks, but still so lush as to inspire worship by their very size and contour.
"Jesus God, now I can really say I've seen the best."
She deliberately straightened her shoulders to accentuate the opulence of the thrusting melons. "These are yours for tonight. All yours, to play with as you wish."
"So help me, I'm going to see that de Soto gets that visa if I have to print it myself."
"Really?" Now her long-fingered hands, clasped at the summit of her dazzlingly long thighs, teasingly broke apart. The v-shaped pelt was blond, curling, shining in the light.
He gasped, and she playfully danced beyond the reach of his outstretched hands to leap onto the bed.
"Bianca!" His body was a blur before her startled eyes, and then he was on top of her, kissing her. Meaning, she accepted the hot kisses upon her closed eyes, the tip of her nose, the upturned comers of her wide, hungry mouth, and then she eagerly returned the kisses.
She gripped him, and stroked the bar of flesh slowly. He enjoyed her smooth jerks, liking the way she cradled the sack of balls in her palms. But, impatient, he twisted about, using the lower part of his body to widen the space between her thighs. His hands slid around her curved hips to hold the cheeks of her ass.
She guided his penis to the lips of her being, placing the heavy, balled tip in the center. It throbbed and stabbed, creating an opening, and the girl let out a yell.
He felt the muscles ripple along her thighs as the long legs snapped about his waist. He experienced a dry heat, a burning thrill that charged through him almost like a shock. His dong battered its way in, thudding first against one quivering wall then the other. Bianca's body shuddered and she clawed his shoulders and arms, streaking his flesh, as the stiff, unyielding penis went further in, hollowing out her insides.
For a moment they were both rigid, silent, breathing heavily but welded together, and then she started to work her hips in a slow, circular motion.
He pasted his damp face to the hollow in the girl's shoulder and allowed his unbridled lust to set the tempo. His moans were born of extreme passion, and he had to break his rhythm spasmodically to free himself from the tide threatening to engulf him too soon.
"Don't move so fast!"
"Ahhh ... this gives me so much ... pleasure! I cannot express it except with rapid body movements ... it is wonderful!"
He bore down, pushing until he was buried so deep that their pubic hairs curled together. She kept arching higher, lifting him off the bed with her strong body, demanding a greater partnership in this wild, lusty act.
Then, he was rising and falling, swiftly, steadily, again in control, and she was coming up, exploding in a series of ripples. A pounding wave of desire and savagery battered her feeble defenses and she let herself go.
She hammered his back and shoulders with her fists as he braced and lunged, braced and lunged, rocking her with wonderful sensations.
"Oh ... stop ... oh! Stop, my love. You will min me. There ... will ... be ... nothing left. Nothing!"
With barely a second left, she clung to him with her mouth, her arms, her legs, her torso rebounding under him. Then, she stiffened. But there was no stopping the man above her. He was a crazy man, furious, and he attacked the whimpering blonde. She yelled out his name as his pace quickened, the rhythmic responses of his sweat-slick body intensifying.
Wild, ripped apart, she exerted herself, calling on her last shred of energy to hold fast as he carried her off into the climatic moment.
She got there, taking him with her, and then it was over.
"Man!" He raised himself and shook his head in honest admiration. The girl was a shark; she devoured him.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked down at Bianca, fascinated by a thick drop of sweat that lingered on the rubbery tip of one breast, then rolled over the shivering sphere and down along the ridges of her ribs, leaving a streaky trail.
"It was good. Ahhh!"
"Please stay the night," he said.
"Most of the night, yes, but not all night."
With his finger he flicked wet tendrils from her smooth forehead. "Why not?"
"Let's not become accustomed to one another in such a hurry. A little bit tonight and we can save the rest for another time." Bianca reached up to stroke his face. "Have you another woman about?"
"She went away."
"What was she like?"
"A pretty face, a good figure. She went on to Cannes. Apparently the sun has more appeal for her than me. Or maybe this dingy flat has something to do with it."
They were both silent. Outside a late afternoon wind rattled the shutters and slid whistling into the room. Bianca shivered and made a face as goose flesh popped up on her thighs and arms. Jack switched on the electric heater and found what was left of the scotch. He held the bottle up and shook his head. Bought last night and almost gone today. f They drank straight from the bottle. He swallowed without apparent effect, but the girl gasped and handed the bottle back swiftly. She lay back upon the pillows with her eyes closed.
Jack studied her, surprised that she could have any interest in him. "What are you thinking of," she asked softly. "Nothing," he lied, and to end further questioning along that line, he thumbed the button on the transistor radio. Symphonic music filled the room.
"That is so nice." Bianca's eyes were still closed. "The last time you saw her, this girl who's gone to Cannes, did you make love to her in this bed?" Slowly, her legs drew up, and her buttocks resumed the wild, twisting movement.
"Yes." Lust pounded at Jack again. "I did make love to her, here, for the last time."
"Show me," she whispered. "Make love to me as you did to your departing girl."
Her strapping thighs and long, big-calved legs beat on the bed and her curved torso squirmed; her head went from side to side. He played with the big bosom, finding the breasts, in his lust-heightened state, fascinating. When he pressed his lips to her belly, Bianca's eyes rolled and she shoved her buttocks up.
While he held the twisting, twin ball? she bent her back, making the joining easier. She expelled her breath when he gained complete entrance, twined her legs about his, pressed down on his rump with her palms and wove her hips.
At first they were slow, having both now become accustomed to each other. Soon, however, Bianca's behind pumped under him, and he felt as if he were being roasted in fire.
"Whew, baby!" He thrust into the dark abyss of sensation. Her renewed passion matched his and she overwhelmed him with the wealth of her body. It was more than he could handle, but she urged him on, breathing heavily into his ear. When he sought to gasp in air she crushed his lips, bruising them with hers.
"You will do it ... you will get Gregory a visa for America?"
"Yes, yes, yes, don't talk about that now!"
"And then ... then you will be mine alone."
"Yes, Bianca!"
Their bodies blended, thrashing all over the bed, straining so that muscles bulged. It became impossible to prolong their time, to ward off the ultimate and violent climax.
He seized the large breasts and squeezed them so savagely that Bianca arched on the rising wave of her passion and screamed like a cur. Her revolving bottom began the upward, piston-like hammering.
He had to weave his fingers into her hair to maintain his balance. Then the first spasm, signaling his moment happened; it was agonizing, causing him to shout.
"Agghhh ... I am arriving."
"Meeee toooo!"
She arched, enabling him to palm the lush, ball shaped backside that jerked so with maddening urgency. Each cheek, so velvet-skinned, contained muscles that writhed and snapped like snakes.
"Baby ... what an ass you've got!"
"Together with me ... now!" She yelled and shrieked.
He pounded at her, working faster, but she dragged him down, molding herself to him until his desire boiled, raged, and matched hers in a fiery finish.
CHAPTER THREE
When violet shadows announced the arrival of dawn Bianca slipped from the sleeping Jackie's bed and reached for her dress. She ran her fingers through the tangled mop of her long, tawny hair and went to the mirror. She squinted in the darkened room to scrutinize her reflection.
My dear, you are still the most beautiful creature to pass through this city.
Her face was unmarked, her lips still soft, but anyone with experience could see what she had just gone through. The boy had fucked the hell out her! Worse, the glow of lust still strong in her slanted eyes proved she was capable of another sexual turn.
Hurriedly, impatiently, Bianca pulled the dress over her long, full-fleshed body. Then, she worked her feet into her shoes, jammed her silk underwear and hosiery into her handbag and, without once looking back, left the small apartment.
The streets were cold and deserted at this hour. She clenched her jaws to keep from shivering. Fortunately, she found a taxi, and less than five minutes later entered the magnificently furnished apartment she shared with de Soto.
Bianca went straight to her room and peeled off the rumpled dress. She could do with a bath now, but Jackie had tired her so that she wished only to climb into bed and sleep until noon.
A sound reached her ears and she wondered if her arrival, soft as it was, had created a disturbance. Then, hearing nothing more, she shrugged the sound off. It was probably the cat or the damned dog.
The huge globes of her breasts bounced as she strode to the bed. What a glorious time! Who would have imagined that Jackie would be such a skilled lover? Bianca's face flushed from the memory. How he had entered her, jabbing his weapon in so hard, keeping it firmly implanted while she came and came! They must fuck again and soon!
She heard the sound again, more distinctly, and she tensed, knowing it was de Soto. He stepped into the room, naked, his eyes accusing.
"Well, did he sleep with you?" he scoffed. "Stupid of me to ask. I should ask however, if he'll join the staff."
"A night with me and men will do anything I want. Or rather, what you want me to have them do." Bianca reached for a flimsy negligee.
"For the money I pay, most men would attempt to walk across the sky."
"It wasn't the money alone."
Bianca spoke with her rear present to him, the opulent ass quivering, the cheeks evenly tanned, evenly matched, firm-fleshed. He recalled the feel of that ass, the pleasure it had given him in the past. Ahh, yes, he had gripped those solidly hewn cheeks when entering her body, holding them hard as he pumped in and out of the bitch. How often had those monumental globes twisted rhythmically in tune to his falling and rising torso. She could fuck, this Bianca. Ahhh yes!
"Oh, not money alone, eh?" He leaned back, using his elbows to balance his weight against a chest of drawers. He heard the whispering glide of the negligee across the tall girl's back, and a second later the massive buttocks he admired were hidden. "No."
"Of course not. That body could lure the devil from hell."
"It could."
"Can't say you're not conceited." He watched the muscles rippling in her long thighs as a kick of her legs sent the negligee high. "Was he of any worth to you, physically I mean?"
"It's late. My fortune depends upon my face. If I don't get my beauty sleep I won't be good enough for the tramps begging on the street comers."
"You didn't answer me." His nostrils flared and the pencil-line moustache began to twitch. "What sort of a fuck was he?"
"First-rate. A super prick. Hard all the time. Does that answer your question?"
The nearness of her warm, scented body, the great breasts heaving under the negligee, and the idea that she had just left another man's bed made him dizzy with desire. He made a lunge for her. She writhed free easily, stirring his blood to boiling point.
"How many times, you dirty cunt?"
"Three times. Maybe it was four. Who the hell bothers to count?"
"Goddam nympho. You avaricious vixen!"
"Did I ever deny it? I live to be fucked." She was about to smile, but her lips twisted in fear as he came forward. Bianca stood her ground, not flinching when he grasped away the flimsy covering and filled his hot, eager hands with her breasts.
"You cunt! To have these things! Incredible!" He cupped the generous, ripe bosom, pleased that the breasts were not only plump and firm but set high. He felt the nipples hardening in his palms, turning into little turrets of rubber.
"Ohhh, please, please. I am too tired now." She moaned and slumped against him. "Please!"
"Ahhh, these breasts!" He stroked the twin spheres, massaging gently until she was gasping and twisting her hips and thighs. Bianca whined, lurching against the man. And then, her open mouth sought his, eagerly pulling at his tongue.
De Soto was the one to break the kiss. "That son of a bitch really warmed you well. Ordinarily it takes a while to heat you up, but this time you were aroused in seconds."
"Just be quick. No speeches, no words, just fuck me. Do you hear, fuck the hell out of me."
Her hands roamed over his back, and her mouth took his again. Instinctively her hips assumed a rhythm as she ground herself against him. De Soto, rejoicing in the girl's lust, slid his hands around the pliant waist, down, over the pumping, satin-smooth buttocks.
"This ass of yours! Big balls and hard!"
"Hold it, ohhh, hold my ass and then-fuck me!"
"Ahhh, yes, in a moment, you big hungry bitch." He held fast to the grinding, succulent mounds and worked his hips against Bianca, matching her tempo. "Bed," she panted, "quickly, quickly!"
He was a vicious man and figured he would torture the girl a little by holding her off. Why not take his time with her, seek his own pleasure first? "What is the hurry, eh?"
"Oh, come!"
"I'll come later. In you!"
He sent his fingers into the delightful wealth of her hair, stroked the firm column of her neck, and lightly dabbed his lips to the throbbing pulse in her throat.
Oh, she had a rich body, this big blonde, and again, as he had done so often in the past, he was going to explore all those riches.
"Why?" she gasped out. "Why must you make me wait?"
Her breath came in excited, broken pants and her fingers locked behind his neck. Her shadowed lids slid down over her rolling violet eyes, and, clasping her lover to her, she kissed him hard and passionately.
Bianca sawed her full lips back and forth, then forced her tongue to his. She held him so fiercely that she was able to drive the breath from de Soto's throbbing body.
"Now, now, I'm going to fuck you!" He was suddenly the more eager of the two.
As she went to the bed, he ordered her to take a position. She lay there, silent, almost servile, and then she obeyed. He reached for her, wrapping his arms about her waist, his hands cupping her furiously pumping buttocks. With a cry, de Soto buried his face in the center of her being, pushing his mouth against the pelt and working his tongue between the cunt lips. Engaged as he was, he did not hear the blonde's scream of joy.
"A delicious pussy! Tasty! Ooooohh, do you know there's some juice in you still. Eh, you big-assed blond bitch, did you know that?"
"Oh, no, no, no! I can't take it! Your prick, please, but not your tongue! Man, your tongue does too many crazy things to me."
"The boys in the white coats will come for you when I am finished eating you out."
Heat burned in the man, the flame becoming an inferno, creating the urge to eat his way through the magnificent twisting body, staring down here at the well and biting upward. As his tongue tasted the honey, his hands traveled over the madly contoured body. Her cry was plaintive, but his hot lips devoured her snatch, giving the little clitoris a workout.
The girl twisted about, her hands grabbing the pillows and portions of the silken sheet. With her passion reaching its height and an orgasm due, she shouted for him to stop. "Oh, no, no!" The man was unbelievably rough, his tongue a nail file, his teeth sharpened fangs. He was going at her without any tenderness, eating her like a wolf, and she broke out into a sweat, her body scraping the bed savagely.
The moment contained no love, no quality but sheer lust. The loose juice in her passageway collected and began to bubble so that each time he removed his tongue, it made a pop like a cork. Ahh, why was cunnilingus so good? This man whom she disliked managed to probe the depths of her desires and arouse every nerve in her system.
"Keep on, keep that tongue moving!" The bonds holding her back snapped, and Bianca was swept away in a turbulence of passion. "Oooohhh, it is so crazy and oooohhhh, more, more!"
Her pubic bush, rising up, was flattened by his wet tongue so that the hairs knotted above and below the palpitating slit. A final visit in there with his tongue, and de Soto raised his wet-mouthed face.
Bianca expected a continuation but he seemed to be retiring and had drawn himself up to lie atop her. She moved her hips urgently under him and eagerly kissed his neck, chin, cheeks and mouth. "A little more, please. I almost made it."
Her body was blistering under his, and there was such heady power in those massive breasts. He gripped them to taste their tips. But after just one bite of each rubbery nipple, Bianca screamed and pounded him on the back.
"Are you going to fuck me or not? What is it with you this morning, everything half-finished!"
He propped himself up and looked down at his penis with the tip the size of a golf ball. Bianca, still begging, arched her back. Her eyes were wide, glassy, unseeing. As he descended, shoving his tool into her opening, she reared up, capturing more of it. Then, she fell back moaning and hurting and came!
He rode her, holding tightly to her ass and keeping his instrument well buried, as she screamed and sobbed and moved lasciviously. Her stomach heaved up against his, her buttocks bounded, and then as her throbbing cunt clasped his prick, she half crushed him in her arms.
"Ahhh, quick as it was, was that good!" Her thighs beat against him with a whispering sound. She vibrated as he struggled to hold her.
"Better than with that other man?"
Bianca was too drugged to recall the superior pleasures Jackie had given her, and she answered, "ohhh, yes my love, much better!"
"Good. Now we'll start."
His first movements were slow, almost exploratory, to test her reactions. Bianca was silent, one hand pasted across her open mouth. Then he was accelerating his pace, speeding up the attack. She suddenly bent her back, nearly throwing him as a feeble cry rushed out, becoming a squeal.
"You're hurting me!"
Pride in his penis size heightened the playboy's power. She was his now. This big, luscious, steaming Amazon was in his power. Deliberately, to tease her, make her whine and beg, he broke his rhythm and halted, poised above, still buried in her body.
"I've hurt you? Right. Satisfied now? I have stopped!"
"You dirty son of a bitch!"
Her strong legs, full-calved and muscled like an athlete's, clamped around his. He smiled and lowered himself, sinking the rest of his shaft into her tunnel. When his hands, holding the spreading flesh of her lovely hindquarters, brought her up, pressing her loins to his, Bianca seemed recharged. She bolted violently, and bounced and bounced until the man had to muster new strength just to hold her.
"You bitch! Ayyyyy, you are like a wild horse and I cannot remain in the saddle. Ahhh, you bitch, how you fuck!"
Ohhh God, Bianca was thinking, wasn't sex so heavenly? It was paradise just to feel that large thing shooting into her. In and out, in and out and twisting and twisting within. Ahhh, nothing else in life was more divine. And the bastard's staying powers were really unbelievable. On and on he went without reaching an orgasm.
"Ohhh God, I'm coming, I'm coming." She climaxed, feeling all her being blossom in a tormented explosion of lust. And, as she fell back, immensely gratified, she climaxed again. "No, noooo!"
"Ahhh, you amazon!"
"Oh, wait, oh, stop, oh ... just a moment, please!" It was so marvelous, so beautiful to go on and on and forget everything. "Oh ... oh ... oh! I ... ah ... oh ... oh, no, no! Oh, no! Ohhh ... noooo!"
She could hardly breathe. She could hear him panting and feel him pounding so at her that she was forced to slide her arms off his back and flail the air. But it was nonstop with her, just one climax after another making her convulse and scream.
Proud and powerful, that was how he felt. "You like the way I fuck, eh? You like how my big prick slides in and out of you. Ahh, you bitch, I can make you move like a crazy one. I can make you do all kinds of strange things. And those sounds you make! Ha!"
"Yes, but ... no more now, no more. Please. Ahhh, no!" He was killing her, destroying her in the fury of sexual frenzy. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, hoping he would cease the relentless driving.
"Eeeeee aaaaah! You cunt!" He bellowed like a farm bull.
Blood from his wound coursed down Bianca's chin. She found herself holding him tighter, using her strong arms and legs to grip the son of a bitch more securely. She mashed her tremendous breasts against his chest. She scalded him with her hot, spasming belly. She crushed him with her strong, muscled thighs. Then, breathlessly, she fell back as he inundated her, spouting a torrent of hot juice into her.
As the juice poured in, her body quivered with excitement and again she convulsed, her joy gushing with his, quenching the flames of raw emotion. Then, their limbs slackened and they went still, two people weakened by sex, capable of no movement. "Ahhhh!"
"You blond bitch! What a winning turn that was. Can you fuck!"
"So every man says."
He staggered from the bed and rushed to open the huge windows. He stood there, feeling the air cool the sweat running in great rivulets along his still quaking body. "I wonder how many men you have had in this city, men I don't know about."
"Don't talk of other men; just consider me." Bianca lolled in the rumpled bed. "There'll never be another woman like me."
"True. When they were as passionate, they lacked your physical build. When their bodies were similar to yours, then they lacked your passion."
"Yet you would leave me."
"As if you need me! You need my money, that's what." He turned, pleased to see a worried look racing swiftly across her beautiful face.
"Please. I would hate to be alone."
"In this flat you love so, and with that car you can't live without? Come on, you need those things and the daily use of a penis, mine or that dangling between the legs of any other man."
"You bastard!"
"And you are a bitch. So where does that leave us?" He knelt on the bed, looking down at her.
She reached up to tighten her arms about his neck. She pulled him down, demanding that he take her once again. He put his face to the huge, golden melons and tasted the ripe tips. "Ahh, what breasts on this bitch!"
Bianca wriggled, offering him bliss again, prompting him with small, eager cries to sample the joys of her rich, overwhelming body. "Come into me with your big penis."
"What a woman! Morning, noon, night and daytime too. Bianca, you are a nymphomaniac."
His fingers danced all along her twitching body to the parts where the sensitive nerve ends were located. He stimulated her further, working over the erogenous zones, kissing her ears, fondling the great, tight-fleshed breasts, sucking the nipples, and at last, stroking the wet vagina.
Then, he brought her legs up, aimed his still-hard penis, and sent it rushing into the waiting hole. Locked together, they fought, drunk with the rediscovery of lust, giving and receiving happily until exhaustion broke them apart to lie contented.
CHAPTER FOUR
His morning mail usually caused Jackie's stomach to revolt and sourness to reside in his mouth. Bills most of the time or dunning letters, he generally dumped them on a table where they would rest forgotten. This time, however, there was a lilac-shaded envelope, scented with eau de cologne. Sniffing, he opened it and tugged out the brief note. It was not lengthy, a few lines from his cousin, Sally, but the swift reading and then the second, more leisurely, reading of it caused butterflies to flap their wings like crazy in his stomach.
In a daze, Jackie entered his kitchen. Barefooted, the bottom half of his pajamas bagging, he was considering the sexual bout with that cunt Bianca, a battle that, while satisfying, had left him in a weakened state. He was in no condition to face the world today, at least not until he swallowed some black coffee, took a pull at the bottle (and Jesus God, he hoped to hell there was still an inch or two of scotch left), and had a hot shower.
Water was put on to boil, and he spooned some instant coffee into a cracked cup while he read the note again for the fifth, or was it the sixth time. Sally! His cousin, here, in this city, was asking him to meet her immediately.
Jackie put the note down and, staring at the faded paint on the kitchen wall, had a vision of a tall, blond girl, leggy, assy and bosomy, twice married, twice divorced, still in her twenties. And he had been the first to screw her, actually taking her virginity.
INCEST! It was a way of life, and, man, he had pursued it, tackling his own flesh and blood all the way, staring with the delicious Sally, going on to his mother, and then pronging his sister, Evi.
The water was bubbling, sending hot steam up to the low ceiling, bathing his face in wet heat, but Jackie thought on, the hand holding the note limp by his side. Should he get on over to her hotel and see Sally, he wondered. Would it be friendship this time, cousin meeting cousin after such a long absence, or would the same old song be sung? He had battered Evi until both of them could not take another screw. A dish like Bianca, beautiful, certainly devastating, had entered his life. So why should he and Sally have anything but a friendly talk?
No, no, that was all over. They were two mature people. A talk, some drinks, maybe she would have him suggest places of interest to visit, museums and such, stores, or the theatre, and-what the hell, she might even have a guy with her.
What was the point in getting himself all worked up thinking he would have to bang his cousin? Why shouldn't she contact him when she was in town? What the hell, it had been years. He had changed; certainly she must have too.
But, as he drank his coffee and later showered, shaved and dressed, Jackie realized he had not changed. Any man who indulged in incestuous relationships could not change, for all women, strangers and relatives, were seen as potential bed partners.
Two hours from the time he had awakened, Jackie stepped out into the whitewashed streets of Ebury, thought of phoning the lovely Bianca, shrugged the idea off, and caught the underground train at Victoria Station to the Knightsbridge section. When he emerged into the heat from the Knightsbridge stop, he turned right, going into Hans Crescent to enter the building across from the Jaguar showroom. A momentary impulse led him to cross over to view the shining automobiles in the showroom, the gleaming XJ limousines and the new XJS sports coupe that carried a price tag of nine thousand pounds. He had to whistle. Nine big ones. In the States that meant about eighteen thousand dollars.
Ahh well, who knew how far he would get with that playboy de Soto. Maybe his earnings from the whitewash would enable him to buy a used Jaguar, say a three-or four-year-old job. No point in aiming high because dreams remained just that: dreams.
The building he stepped into was structured in the Victorian style and must have been erected about the time the Queen first sat on the throne. It looked, repainted and reconditioned as it was, as if a good breath could send it crumbling, but it would never happen. In those days architects had known what they were about, and houses like these were meant to last.
On the third floor he faced a door, rang a bell, and a moment later knew he was back in the world of incest. A voice called out, an unmistakable American voice: "Who is it?"
"Cousin Jackie."
"Jackie!"
The door was yanked open and there was Sally, smiling, her large eyes still beautiful, her teeth so white and strong as to seem false, and her body, not only better than ever, but naked as well.
As Jackie looked, he was aroused, and he knew he had returned to the world left behind by the departure of his sister Evi-the world of incest. As he crossed the threshold, their lips met in a fleeting kiss, his hands found the luscious mounds of her thrusting bosom, and-it began.
Sally was breathless. "We should have some sort of conversation first."
"It can wait for later or ... what do you think?"
"I ... I got laid last night, Jackie. Some man I met on the plane coming over. But he was too quick, too eager, and I don't know, he just couldn't manage a second try."
She bade him enter, then closed the door. He went at his clothing immediately, tearing off the tie he had knotted so carefully, unbuttoning the well ironed shirt, purchased when he was flush, but which he could not possibly buy today.
"Why're you naked?"
"I was about to bathe. I thought once you got my note you'd phone. Really, I didn't expect a visit from you until this evening."
"Whose flat is this?"
"God knows. I got it from an agency located in New York that has furnished apartments for tourists who don't like hotels. It can be hired for a few days, weeks, or months. I've another lined up in Paris."
The thought of her, unwashed, odors lingering in her crotch and armpits, had him harder than before. As his trousers fell and the formidable penis tore with terrific force from the slit in his cotton shorts, Sally's hands went to her mouth.
"I didn't know what to expect when I got your note this morning, but I developed an immediate hard-on. Maybe it's the memory of our fucking like crazy as kids. But your coming to the door to shove those goddam tits in my face! Oh, Sally, the talk can wait!"
"All right, but just don't be like that joker I had last night. He was big but worthless."
With the sort of itch he had he might be quick, too quick for her satisfaction. But his urge at the moment was for a deep sinking, a lowering of his shaft into the greased well, and then the explosion.
Maybe something would be detonated in her too; then each could congratulate the other on a splendid performance.
She moved about, not so much in a dance as to display her body, the curved thighs glowing like shining ivory, the well-trimmed V of the blond bush, the breasts taking on height because of her arched back, round, hard-fleshed, the tips pointed.
He swallowed, feeling liquid gush into his balls, making them hang heavy as her stroll ceased a few feet from him, and the breasts, still pointed, rose higher. There was a whiff of perfume and a stronger scent emanating from her crotch, musky, intriguing. His head would go there, he knew, between those strong, young thighs, and his tongue would work on that slit, lick it until the lips parted and pouted outward. And that tiny button at the top of the gash would be nipped, tongue-lashed and bitten until she slammed her shapely ass around in orgasm.
"How are you fixed for time?" she wanted to know.
He shrugged, offering a cliche: "My time is your time."
"Very original."
He saw the bed, the covers wrinkled and dangling on the floor, the pillows punched out of shape. A magazine was open on the rug, a dozen twisted cigarette butts were in a glass ashtray, and a transistor radio not tuned properly was humming like an angry bee. Sally, he remembered, was not the neatest of girls.
She knelt on the bed, offering her profile. "Where's your sister Evi?"
"South of France."
"Oh!" Her eyebrows lifted. "I thought she was elsewhere."
"She was here for a while and maybe she'll be back." He would have added, "I hope," but Evi had to be forgotten for what counted was now, this blonde girl who he wanted to possess.
Then Sally was stretched out in the bed, her hips twisting gently from side to side, her shapely breasts stilled, and her eyes closed. "I had hoped to see Evi, but ... we can discuss her whereabouts later. Now come into me."
Jackie slowly went between her outstretched legs; inching up until his dick, dragging along die wrinkled sheets, came to rest atop her bushy triangle. He contained himself, looming over her with his palms planted on either side of the fabulous, twitching body. Then he went in, feeling her shudder, hearing her moan softly. Then she was twisting and contorting herself to take all of his thrusts, and a fierce pain swept through him.
"Ohhh, it's old times again; we're kids again, Jackie! Ohhh, do you remember how we used to fuck?"
"I remember."
She flung her ass up. "I have never forgotten.
Ahhh, no, no. Even though I've had dozens of men, all types screwing the ass off me, ahhh, Jackie, can I recall our fucking!"
"You still fuck beautifully."
Man, not only was his cousin tight, but the muscles of her vagina were working like precision machinery, and her ass was doing fantastic things. He had to take great care to maintain control, for already her vigorous actions caused a short, but potent drop of come to slide from his penis. He hoped to hell she was on the pill.
"Eeeeeeeeee, Jackie, Jackie, it's happening already. I'm coming alive, I'm going to come!" She was tossing herself up, her wet cunt slithering hotly along his pulsing cock.
The moist firmness of those vaginal lips closed tightly around the hilt of his shaft, her palms flattened on his ass, her legs went around his waist, and Sally went for an all-out climax.
"Baby, oh, baby!" What in hell was inside her snatch? Man, teeth were there, sheathed by soft flesh, sucking on his dong, giving a soft but nonetheless coaxing nibbling. He would not be able to last much longer and he warned his cousin to get herself ready for the flood.
"But I am coming too, Jackie. Now. Now!"
His vigorous tool, buried deep in the girl's juicy cavern became swollen as the moment of orgasm approached. She was squirming and screaming, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth twisting to release the joy and pain.
He was thrusting harder now, having but a few seconds left. His desire at apex was violent, and while she tried to rise, using the strength in her thighs and twisting her ass, he pounded her back, once, twice, three times and:
"Aaahhhhhhh!" He came, ejaculating within her chasm.
"Ohhh, gee-zuz, it burns, it burns!"
Somehow, she twisted free, grinding her buttocks palming his shoulders and pushing, pushing, her long legs in constant movement, leaving him on his knees, the thoroughly greased pole splitting spunk on the bed.
"You ... you! What the hell did you ... push me ... out for?" Breathing was difficult, focusing on her almost impossible. God, he had been quick, like a kid, slamming in and shooting.
"I wanted it slow because I hoped it would last. A quick come thrills me for just a few seconds, but when it's a slow fuck my orgasm lasts!"
He raised his head, seeing her all gloriously naked and sweated up, drops of his semen still dribbling from her wet crotch. Her slanted eyes were dark with disappointment.
"Okay ... I won't leave you high and dry."
"How? It's not so stiff anymore. Look, it's drooping already."
He knew what she was suggesting, saw her lovely lips suggest the unspoken desire. She bent her back, causing the breasts he had mauled to be flung up almost to the level of her shoulders and her belly to stretch, and her pubis seemed almost in a direct line with his mouth.
"Okay."
"You weren't too great a fuck, so now let's see if you can at least suck."
He went down on her, listening to her cries of happiness, tasting his own semen and the other juices flowing out of her cleft. He licked at the little button, sucked it into his mouth and bit gently on its protective hood until she went crazy. And while the juice within gurgled and boiled, his tongue went visiting, sliding inside to taste the stuff.
She had a few moments of wildcatting, hissing and spitting and scratching, while his tongue, piercing the bubble of her passion, burst it. When she fell back to lie dazed, he raised his head and heard soft words of endearment slip from her curving lips.
Now, a few gentle strokes of that exciting, ripe and feminine body, a touch of the curving hips, a grasp of the upthrust breasts and his penis was rising, the balled tip throbbing. He sought to enter her, his manhood a burning iron; her cunt muscles contracted automatically.
"Wait, wait a bit! It hurts when I come just like that."
He waited, biting his lips while the mounting heat of lust had his hands sliding all over the rounded body, from the breasts down to the soft belly, around the hips to cup the hard, thrusting spongy buttocks. He asked her to roll over, and the girl, her face flaming with a fresh excitement, obeyed, displaying her swelling ass.
He stroked that ass with his tongue and his hands, seeing it as too voluptuous for her size and build, chubby and rubbery. Suddenly he had a quaking yearning to enter her anus. He palmed the backside, separating the mounds, saw the small, brown-hued hole, and wham, he drove his stick in.
The girl yelped like a cur and tried to clap her long, sun browned thighs together, but the weight of his fall drove the shaft in deeper, tearing the hole open. As she wriggled that fantastically shaped posterior in pain and screamed: "It hurts, ohhh, you son of a bitch, it hurts." It made him want to dig in all the more.
Rising and falling, he listened to her cries. The luscious bottom was now glowing like flaming embers. He ran his hands under, pressing his palms to her belly. "There, baby, there, there!"
"Owwww, oh, oh, owwww!"
"Move, move, keep flinging that big ass up at me because I am going to fuck it forever."
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, you ... you bastard, you ass fucker!"
Hard thrusts for him, terribly hard, his penis feeling like a blazing torch and holding this lovely girl in fixed position by gripping those hot, velvet textured thighs and thrust, thrusting deep into that hole.
Her rhythm was ever ferocious, her lusts mounting to an explosive orgasm. He reached under to play with her hanging but firm breasts, his fingertips pinching the nipples that had reached a state of ripe stiffness.
"Stop, stop Jackie, Ahhhhh!"
Jackie pulled out of the anus, and, with his hands transferred to the quaking hips, he aimed his penis for the target and sent it right into the succulent cunt, feeling the juices soak his digit. The girl flowed and moaned with the orgasm fading but never drying, and her hot, wet cunt closing tightly about his intruding penis.
He fucked her in his own manner, leisurely, not at all in a rush, enjoying the thrusting back of the fantastic rear, pushing his tool in and out in an unhurried pace. Her ass hammered back as she came again. His penis, slipping in and out, made rubbery, sucking sounds as it emerged to the very tip from all that wetness.
"Ahhh, how, how can you make me come so much?"
"Keep up the flow, baby, keep coming. I love that wetness, I love that smell."
He looked down at his tool as he withdrew it, seeing how her spunk clung to its length, coating it with the sticky film.
"Oh, how good it feels. Why did I ever stop fucking you? oooooo Why?"
As long as this cousin of his did not stop now, he thought, because it was good, a super fuck, as good as anything that his sister Evi, or that new bitch, the big and luscious Bianca, could offer.
Breathing heavily, but not at all due for an orgasm, he moved against her ass, delving so far into the oily slit that the poor girl kept shuddering. She cried out, caught her breath, gritting her teeth, and, cursing, set herself to hammer back at him with her grinding ass.
"Okay, you're fucking me, you ass-fucker but you're going to make me come and come until I don't want to come anymore. You hear, ass-fucker?"
This was what Jackie wanted, to feel her luscious bottom punching into his groin, to see her long blond hair swinging, to grip her hard breasts and send his hard prick in and out of her.
Good as it was, it went on too long, and his cousin reached the verge of hysteria. He screwed her too long, creating too many orgasms, and her bottom clenched constantly in urgent, spastic lust. When at last he pulled out, she slammed forward on her face and lay like that for a long time. He lay down next to her to recoup, his thoughts causing him to drift into a restful sleep. But one hour later Sally was fella ting him.
Her hand went down, finding its way to his crotch. A moment later her head was there, her tongue licking the tip of his manhood. She went around it slowly and easily, wrapping her soft mouth around the tube, hollowing her cheeks so that a tightness ensued.
"Yeahhh, ooohhh, yeah!" He arched in the bed, gasping.
She could apply a variety of exotic touches to the art of fellatio, her lips creating a tight grasp on his penis, her teeth and tongue skillfully used so as to create the wildest sensations.
Her head bobbed up and down slowly, while she sucked and bit and licked, wetting him down. Then, the pressure on his penis increased as she moved her head up and down faster. As the tempo quickened his member stiffened, becoming stone-like.
"Stop, stop, I don't want to come yet!"
She broke off and rolled over on her back. "I got lost there for a minute. Man, I could have eaten that thing off."
"That gnawing had me ready to explode!" He raised his head to stare down the length of his body at the shining upright tool, a veritable monument. This cunt knew how to eat cock all right and now he was going to eat her cunt!
One thing she could not complain about and that was that he didn't apply himself to the task. She was all ready, her long legs spread, her bottom bouncing. Inching his way between the long, curving thighs, his tongue extended, he dropped his face to the heated slit, licking its length. The pubic hairs soon became moistened by his saliva and a slight amount of juice flowed from her snatch.
The tip of his rasping tongue tickled her tiny clitoris, flicking at it. Thoroughly aroused, her vagina well-soaked, the filmy stuff dripping out, she was startled, eyes popping out, when his tongue splashed into her canal.
"God, you're inside; hey, you're twisting your tongue all around! Oh! No, nooo!"
Muscles throughout the lovely girl's body now tightened as the climax, so swift to develop, began to gain maturity, growing, glowing, spreading. Her pelvis jerked, her buttocks rotated, and her hard thighs came up to slam against his head.
He licked away, feeling the girl go through all her orgasmic contractions. Her hands found his head, the fingers weaving through his hair, while his tongue lashed her insides, smacking the labia minora. Scream followed scream, but he continued to lick her cunt clean, palming her hips so that his head, despite her insane motions, remained in position.
"No more, ohhh, I cannot take anymore, ooohhh!"
Deliberately he waited for her to arch, to bring that twisting ass up off the bed, and then he grabbed it, his strong hand holding the writhing cheeks, and then, while the girl bucked in climax, he shoved not one but two fingers of his other hand into her rectum.
"Mmmmm, oh mmmm, oh mmmmm!" A final twist of that luscious body and he had a ruined woman lying on the bed. No more pleasure was to be gotten out of her.
Later, they were to sleep together again and again until she took the boat train for Paris. Then, with her departure, before he took up the business of the playboy de Soto and the beauteous Bianca, he was to consider the past, recall the first time with Sally and-his mother.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jackie often considered himself a satyr, knowing his artistic impulses for writing and painting were subdued in favor of a stronger compulsion. Sometimes this desire to have intercourse with every female in sight, blood-relatives included, reached a point beyond control. Probably he first became aware of sex when, at the age of ten, he discovered his parents nude and fornicating. At that time, his first reaction had been to consider the relationship in size and stiffness between his own and his father's penises. Later, he wondered why, much as he fondled his organ, it remained limp.
Older boys at school taught Jackie how to masturbate, but he was unable to achieve the slightest degree of stiffness and ceased as he put it then: "to waste my time." Instead, he began to pay particular attention to girls. The difference he noted immediately between his playmates and older women were vast. The gym teacher, for instance, a noted female gymnast in her mid-twenties, was a well-rounded creature, her buttocks double spheres, her breasts, twin melons. Next to her, the girls of twelve to, say, fourteen, were skeletons. Even those of heavier weight lacked the gymnast's curves.
As he grew older, Jackie kept studying older women, noting the rotundity of bottoms, the roundness of thighs, the length of legs. Playing the voyeur increased his excitement, and he masturbated again, beating the softness. Then, Eureka! He was able to manage an erection and-see fluid emerge from the tip of his penis.
His mother, he speculated, had a set of buttocks on her that were three times the circumference of his sister's. Also, while his sis had on her chest what he unkindly likened to birdseed, his mother had enormous fruit, separated by a deep valley.
"Momma," he said aloud, while locked in the bathroom jerking off, "has a super pair of tits!"
Just thinking about those globes, those big white mounds, topped by pinkish nipples, had him spouting semen like a fountain. His satisfaction was immense, especially during the chilling thrill he experienced in those seconds before ejaculation.
One night, during an argument, the hottest of many, his father stormed out of the house, leaving his wife indifferent but the children confused. Jackie waited for his return, but the only communication received was in the form of a weekly check. His mother, a healthy, still pretty, and certainly charming creature, took a lover. The latter was a handsome man, several years the woman's junior and obviously a rake.
Jackie took to spying on them, sneaking around the back of the house, approaching the windows and peering into the darkened bedroom. The routine was always the same: his mother going through several lusty moments of kissing her lover, then withdrawing to disrobe.
Her clothing was always shed quickly, but the lover, obviously to torment her a bit, took his time. At last, when the pair were naked, the mother would lie upon the bed, sighing, pulling up her hefty legs and widening her thighs. The lover would rest partly atop her, supporting himself with one arm while his other hand guided his tremendous penis to the woman's fur-covered vagina. The penis, long as it was, definitely swollen, would go slowly into the slit, disappearing completely.
His mother, Jackie could see with wide-eyed amazement, had fits of excitement every time and sent her ass around and around in a violent rhythm. On occasion her movements were so rapid, her legs twisting in such agitation, that the lover screamed out, loud enough for anyone interested to hear: "I'm coming ... you're moving too goddam fast for me!"
On those sorry occasions when a premature ejaculation occurred, the mother would murmur her pardon, request another chance and dry her lover's penis. Time would pass while the man hardened once more, and then it was Jackie's mother crying: "I am coming!"
This was a traumatic shock, leaving Jackie to believe, in his own words, that "nothing is sacred in this shitty world." Thus, with this notion firmly imbedded in his mind, his conscience was absent when he seduced his cousin, a girl then fifteen. Sally, blond and sexy, was taken easily.
Sally was mature, her figure adhering to the standards set down by men's magazines and films. Her face was pretty, but it was her body, large, and curvaceous, and her willingness to experiment, that drew Jackie.
The event took place in his bedroom and Jackie, somewhat unsure of himself, followed the example set by his mother's lover. He felt the eager Sally up, stroking her spongy breasts, licking the nipples, squeezing the fruit-like buttocks, and at last, inserted a finger into the blond moss below her flat stomach to locate the secretive gash.
"Ooh, don't, oohh don't!"
"How'll I get into you then if I don't moisten you up a little?"
"Gee Jackie, I ... I never finger myself down there."
"What? Everybody masturbates! Come on, don't tell me you've never explored your business. Hell, what do you think that slot's there for?"
Swallowing all feelings of pain, Sally wet her lips in a tight line, closed her eyes and allowed his finger to enter her vagina. The muscles in her hard, young ass, loose until then, suddenly tightened, and she had to grit her teeth.
"Oooooohhh!"
Jackie hesitated, thinking if just his damned finger hurt, what would happen when he shoved his length into her. The young girl, reading his mind, looked down at the erected member and drew back. But Jackie, holding her by the arms, pulled her in the direction of the bed and, finding her unresisting, pitched her backward.
Sally was bouncing on the bed, her blond hair flying about, her arms and legs outstretched, when Jackie landed directly on top of her, knocking the wind from her body.
"Oof!"
He had her now, the thighs stretched to the utmost, the vaginal lips shining all pink through the blondish bush. After a bit of difficulty in keeping the crying girl flat while he arranged his stiff penis, probing with the balled top through the soft lips, ... Jackie penetrated a girl for the first time.
Sally kept moaning as he rose and fell, and Jackie, feeling that chilling thrill that signalled the arrival of semen and the moment of orgasm, pulled free, shooting gobs of spunk on the girl's pink stomach and seeing the blood of a virgin stain the bedsheets.
He felt the complete rat, but when he washed his penis in the bathroom, to his surprise, it remained hard. He selected a new washrag, soaked it in warm water and hurried back to the bed to soothe his sighing, sobbing cousin with a soft washing.
"Geezus, I'm sorry, but it was the first time for me too."
"If I get pregnant because of this..
"I pulled out!"
They looked at one another sheepishly. Then he took to exploring her body, grasping the breasts that were so large even now and hard, stroking the young thighs that were sleek and rounded, and fondling the buttocks that were so shapely, as well shaped as his mother's.
Sally, enjoying her explorations too, examined her new lover's hard penis. For a reason she did not quite comprehend, a charge of electricity emanated from the shaft to sting her fingertips. To better understand, she applied her opened mouth to the very same area of the teen-aged penis and received the same jolt. At once she was fellating Jackie, taking his swollen prick into her mouth. She sucked on the balled tip, closed her teeth on the root where it was extremely fat, nipped the pubic hairs, and even mouthed his balls.
No, no, Sally! Ahhhhhh!" Jackie came, shooting semen all over her pretty face, saw the juice rain down on her chin, her throat, and her breasts, with some white drops disappearing into the deep cleft.
Oh, my," Sally gasped, "how dirty!"
"No, no." He again employed the still wet washrag, scrubbing the pretty face until it shone.
She hadn't been treated too well, he reasoned, first because of his damned premature ejaculation and now because of his coming while she blew him. Another wrong move and she would be out of the bed and out of his life. No other girl he knew of was ready to sleep with him, and anyway, he had chosen Sally not only because of her willingness to fuck but also because of her voluptuous torso.
Even though his penis drooped now, he knew instinctively that due to his youth it would be on the rise soon, hard, with the tip capable of drilling between those soft cunt lips, but now Sally must be serviced. He leaned over her, gloating, his smile more a leer, somewhat satyric. Sally knew she could not rise from the bed; her limbs were slack and this, her first experience, was so humiliating as to leave her inert. She allowed him to test her flaring hips, test the slight beginnings of a belly and fondle the now soft buttocks. But-when he put his head to her vagina, burrowing in there between her limp thighs, Sally opened her mouth to let out a scream.
She didn't scream though. She did nothing except fall back and let Jackie pay homage to her young vagina, let him suck the tiny nib there, sending his tongue within the slit, and let him draw every drop of wetness out.
"Yieeee ... yeeeeee!" It was oozing out of her, all the warm juice, the way he sucked. And then, with her lips dry, the corridor of her opening heated but nevertheless damp, a scorching started in the region of her spine. It was spreading, jellying actually, floating up to her privates, scalding her, encircling her belly and hips with a flame that traveled upward while the lower part of her body burned more rapidly.
It was an orgasm, her first, and Sally brought the house down with her yells.
Jackie ceased eating her. God, it was a lucky break having the house empty, because his tongue had sent Sally off her rocker. "Slow down, baby! That's just the first of many."
"Oh God, is that how it is, oohh, God, ohh, God, how crazy!"
As soon as the throes of orgasm had passed, Sally reached for him, brought him down flush with her stilled body and kissed him. The kiss was different this time, their lips gluing together and their tongues carrying on a ferocious duel.
Jackie, being hard again, moved the young blonde into position, slipped a knee between her hard fleshed thighs and bore down. Sally was already rotating her ass while flattening her palms on his back.
She was terribly strong this time, no doubt determined to enjoy another wild come. When she thrust herself up and sent her long legs sliding along his, her slender ankles locking with his, he felt as if he were trapped by an experienced wrestler in a catch-as-catch-can contest.
"You know just what you're doing this time, don't you, Sally?"
"Ohh, man, I am going to learn how to fuck!"
"I think you do already."
"No, no! It'll take time, and a lot of practice, you follow me, a lot of fucking, and then-watch it, boy!" She twisted under him and brought her buttocks up. His prick, large, terribly hard, went into the girl's opening in a rough, ramming way, splitting the vaginal lips apart. She held her breath while the rest, curving and seemingly endless, drilled into her. Then, Sally gasped and exploded.
"Ugh! Eeeeeee, it's hard and ... Ooohh, Jackie, Jackie!"
The girl was such a writhing mass of flesh that he really had to hold tight and plunge in and out, hammering down, nonstop. Rise and fall, rise and fall, speeding up the tempo, not feeling the pain of her sharp nails digging into his spine nor the teeth piercing the flesh of his shoulder. He closed his eyes, for she was lashing him with her thick blond hair as she tossed her head from side to side.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right! Practice makes perfect, and you're turning into the perfect fuck!"
"Fuck me, Jackie, ohhh, fuck me!"
She was such a big girl, as tall as he was, almost as heavy, but the amazing thing was that her movements were perfectly smooth, all coordinated, with the breasts rubbed one way across his chest and the ass, those lovely balls of flesh, twisting in another direction, always counterclockwise.
Jackie speeded up the action, not a boy but a man now, ever in charge, and Sally came, overflowing, the thin juice spilling up, leaking along his driving rod and down her slit to the division of her buttocks. The bed was wet and a joyous smell rose in the air, charging him up even more. Up and down he went, swifter, swifter, bringing the girl along to another come, each of them grabbing and twisting and gasping, but always tightly fused for a mutual climax.
It might have been one hour later when Sally found the strength to leave the bed. She complained of being in pain and of being bloodied, and lacked such strength that she could only totter to the bathroom. Jackie lay back, pleased with himself. Hell, he was a man now, one hell of a man!
When she returned, freshly scrubbed, the old fears of being pregnant returning, Jackie got up to soothe the young blonde. "Nothing is going to happen, I tell you. The only thing is, I want us to become a team. You're the woman I want to sleep with."
Sally hung her head. "Jackie, I'm still a girl. The law in this state doesn't make me a woman. In some states, sixteen is the legal age, in others it's eighteen."
"Who do you fuck like, a ten-year-old? Ahh, come on, Sally!"
He thrust the tip of his nose deep into the parting of her upthrust and quivering breasts. After playing with her freshly-washed, soap-scented thighs and groping the dry buttocks, Jackie parted the girl's hard thighs and thrust himself at her in a standing position.
"No!"
His teeth ground together. "Come on, hike up your leg a bit. Yeah, yeah, let me put my whang there, yes, right there. Ooh, your cunt lips feel real soft, almost pulpy."
"Jackie, I can't take another! Awwww! Ohh, you're dirty, oooh, you're a real fucker, ahh, Jackie!"
Awkward as the stance was, Sally managed to en gage him, using one finger to tug her vagina open, hoisting a leg with the sole of her foot resting on the edge of the ruined bed. Professionally, like a man who knows his way around a bed and women's bodies, Jackie dipped slightly and came up, parting her neatly, his stiff penis going up all the way until their pubic hairs came together like ill-matched parts of a wig. Rested again, they were two satisfied young people.
"God, Jackie, it's up there where my damned belly button is!" Sally slowed, lowered her leg and transferred her weight, keeping her balance like an athlete. Her delicious ass, two round, quite firm balls, were ever on the move to add to her lust, grinding first in one direction, then rolling in another, her solid flesh rippling, her muscles jerking and relaxing.
Jackie shoved himself up hard, hurting his cousin and not caring, wishing only to keep his length up there, constantly buried in the hot wetness. "There, ahhh, there, you're going to come and come and come."
"Slam it at me, slam your ass forward at me! Sally, slam it!"
Their lusts soared, blended, made a sizzling combination and created a mutual climax.
Sally, his cousin, visited him the next evening, her purpose, apparently known only to Jackie, eliciting a little surprise from both his mother and his sister, Evi. "Schoolwork" was the excuse he offered, since both were not only studying French but planned to visit France.
He opened textbooks, spreading them across the desk, and inserted bond paper in his typewriter. "We'll have to make it look good."
Sally was already nude and fidgeting. "I waited all day for this. Jackie, I was so hot, I was dripping. I forgot all about losing my virginity, honest. I thought only of having your dong there in me."
He wiped his damp lip with the back of his hand and looked about his bedroom, wondering if the locked door could withstand an attack by two irate women, his mother and his sister.
"Yeah ... but we got to be quiet this time. No screaming, understand?"
"But what the hell ... I What's your mother doing and right under this roof too, where her kids can see? She's letting that young guy screw her, isn't she? A fine example to set."
"Maybe, but there's my sister."
Sally snorted. "She'll want a little bit too, if she sees what you've got dangling there."
He switched on the desk lamp. Then, thinking the dimness if viewed from the outside would create suspicion, flicked on the overhead ceiling light. The room, small as it was, suddenly seemed bright, heightening the effect of Sally's large breasts and thrusting ass.
She smelled. He told her so and she explained something about creating a natural odor to fire the senses. It did indeed. The scent of her unshaved armpits, the odor of her bushy crotch got him hard! In bed, Jackie fought his cousin, entering into a sexual struggle that was not only passionate but furious.
"Sally, I'm going to fuck the ass off you!"
She was his woman, and young as she was, young as he was, he had to dominate her. Jackie squeezed his cousin's breasts, those gourds ever upright even as she lay on her squirming back, and was spellbound by the hardness and enormity of them. The flesh was vast, going from the division dead center of her center to the armpits, the nipples thick and large.
Sally, never inactive despite her fresh experience, enjoyed every touch, each pressure, urged him to dig in and bang her hard. "But I mean hard! Forget that I am of the weaker sex ... fuck me hard!"
His penis was buried deep, his hand was under her to grip the twisting buttocks and bring her up, his mouth was pasted to hers, and, with her legs locked around his waist, the two young people battled. The bed whined its protest.
"Sally, you ... ohhh, you're tighter than before. The skin's being ripped off my tool!"
"I can feel it, a red-hot poker in me! Ohhh, Jackie man, what're you doing to your poor cousin? Ohhhh, what, what, what?"
His bed, large enough for just one, not strong enough to accommodate two, squeaked, rocking on its wooden legs, informing the people below who were watching some evening television that two youngsters above, related by blood, were fucking.
Jackie arranged himself, holding his body at an angle as the girl's young arms tightened around him, hers, the sliding, coiling strength of a far-eastern jungle python. Then, alternating mood and rhythm, Sally became a stripper, working under her male cousin with a skin-chafing bump and grind.
"There, there buster! I'm giving it to you, huh, I'm fucking you for all you're worth." Her tongue lashed his face in tune to the tempo of her twisting hips, relating the hot message of a pending orgasm.
"You're coming? So soon!"
"Yes, yes, oohh, God yes, and you're making me come. Aw, Jackie you are fucking me to a climax!"
Jackie slid his hands under the grinding hemispheres of the girl's delicious, certainly edible ass and brought his burning log out, to the very tip, shining so pink, and then eased it, all flaming, back in, parting the trembling cunt lips, skimming through the halls.
The bed their orgasms, and lovemaking's natural sounds created too much noise. Sally's screams brought her relatives up the stairs and into the room. The two of them, awed by the sight, just stood there, the mother, watching her son fuck the ass off her sister's daughter, and Evi, Jackie's sister, watching her pretty blond cousin get screwed by her brother!
"Saint Johnson!" screamed his mother.
'Mama! Look what he's doing! His thing's inside Sally," yelled Evi.
Sally was balancing herself on her head, heels, and shoulders, her haunches tensed as Jackie drove swiftly in and out for the last time.
Jackie's penis, definitely battered, more than overworked, still drove on in and out even as it spouted semen. He raised himself up, threw his head high and bellowed as Sally climaxed.
When the cousins broke apart, they offered no explanations. His mother pushed his young sister from the room. Sally, shrugging, made no effort to leave the bed.
"Maybe she'll tell my mother. Who knows. Anyway, I might as well be hanged for a sheep as well as a lamb. I'll stay the night."
That night, there was another performance. Jackie's sister, in her room, listened and shouted at the lovers, complaining of the racket. His mother, below in the living room, ignoring the television, heard and hungered. The sight of her son, so strong, so young, piercing the girl's luscious body with that fat, but really fat, joystick brought on a fit of envy.
Early the next morning while Jackie washed himself under a hot shower, soaping his privates, his mother stood in the doorway, watching. Their eyes met, but no remark was passed by either of them. Sally, breakfasting lightly on toast and coffee, kept her head down. Her aunt, seated across from her at the breakfast table said:
"Sally, last night while you were ... up there, your mother telephoned. She wanted to send your father after you. I said you had studied too long and were spending the night here."
"Thank you," Sally whispered.
His mother looked directly at Jackie, who had no appetite this morning, while she spoke. "As for you, I know all about hot blood and young urges and the world of sex which seems so strange and inviting. But you two are not only too young, but related. It won't happen again, do you hear?"
Jackie wasn't about to be quiet. "You set the example, with that guy coming here, that guy who seems just a little older than me."
"All right, I'm guilty. But at least we are not related."
Sally left, leaving the same way she had visited, quietly, demurely. But plans for a future meeting passed between her and Jackie. That evening he talked softly to her over the telephone, promising undying love. In the evening, when he thought of Sally and looked at the bed she had occupied, he thought of masturbating. Then when he was nude, his manhood at the ready for a few whacks-the door was pushed open and there stood his mother, also naked.
For a moment Jackie wavered in shock. The big bodied creature had come, offering herself to him. He stared at her magnificent proportions, at the breasts so like pillows, the wide hips, the fleshy thighs, and globular buttocks.
Her intentions were obvious. A dummy could see that and Jackie considered himself no dummy. What motivated this action, as the teacher in Psych. I would say? The sight of him ploughing Sally, or ... Jackie looked down at his stiffness.
"There's no need for you to do that." His mother closed the door behind her by reaching back with a palm, her position unchanged except that her chin lifted a bit higher.
Jackie was momentarily speechless.
"Someone of your age should have left masturbation behind by now. After all, you did have a woman. Don't tell me you find this more satisfying." His voice returned. "But you ... you chased Sally, said we weren't to do it again." He fought like the devil to keep his eyes on a level with hers while the tension in the bedroom mounted higher. His heart beat faster. He felt the heat if his mother's breath on his naked body as she stepped closer, the tickle of her thick nipples on his chest. It all created a confusion of emotions. Ah God no, it couldn't go like this.
"Mai" He was panting. "It's incest!"
Her eyes bore into his while her fingers ran along his entire length, pausing at the tip for a gentle squeeze. And what you did with Sally, your own cousin? And your sister Evi? Do you see how she's developing? Her body is going to be better than mine, and when it comes to shapely figures, I take a back seat to no one."
His sister had rounded out, but what she had on her chest so far were no more than bee stings. "She has a long way to go," he whispered.
"But when she gets there, ahh Jackie, don't tell me you won't have ideas."
"Are you trying to say that what you want to do with me now is okay just because each of us has the urge?"
She brought his hand up, placing the palm on one of the balloon-like breasts. "Don't think, don't question what we're doing. Just act!"
His mother's hips spread considerably, she had a sizable belly, he saw, and the dark hair covering her privates was like a forest, unbelievably dense. No Sally, his mother, but oh the time she'd give him was going to be superior.
The transistor radio was turned on good and loud; driving rock filled the room. In the event that I scream out, his mother explained. After all, we don t want Evi bursting in thinking you've murdered me.
In bed she surprised him by fellating him, sucking on his penis, licking the curving length from root to tip and laving the underside of his balls with her tongue. When it was his turn, he found he had to use two fingers to grope through the forest of pubic hair to aid his tongue's entrance into the wet slit.
As he went down on her, feeling her heels resting on his back and her ass already rotating, he discovered her clitoris, peeping out of the hood of flesh, to be fairly large. But her vagina was educated, the muscles trained. His tongue was taken in and held tightly. Worse, a thick mucus flooding her passageway made him gag.
She did not scream out as he expected and released only a pitiful moan. But her thighs, twin columns of steel it seemed, clasped his shoulders, nearly crushing him. He struggled to rise, to master his mother, to dominate the sexual act, but her arms were as hard as oak and she fought him, grasping and wrestling while the bed squeaked.
At last she suggested the dog-fashion position. Jackie found her enormous behind pressed to his belly while his tool searched underneath through the bush to find the opening. But the very second that the union was effected he shot, bursting in her womb.
"Shit!"
"I'm sorry."
"That makes two of us. Come on!" She pulled her son on top of her, spread her thighs to the utmost, gripped his soft penis and forced it into her opened vagina.
It took an effort and she kept prodding with her fingertips to coax the limp organ into her hole. Once inside, however, Jackie grew. When he reached staff-like proportions, he bounded up and down.
"I'm hard!"
"And how!" The woman's arms and legs encircled his body. Her hips began to thresh, her buttocks revolved, her belly tightened and the muscles in her snatch went to work.
He was aroused to such a keen pitch, the silken muscles within her hole biting when not caressing, that he could have shot. He had to hold her, to cup the burning swells of her big ass. She was kissing him too, penetrating his mouth with her delightful tongue. And ohhh, how her snatch leaked, oiling his throbbing prick.
His mother was losing control, her hips twisting, the ass he held spinning around. "Oh Jackie ... oh, don't!" she begged. "Oh, please don't fuck me like that!"
Pleasure radiated throughout her mature body, and she wallowed in lust as he plunged in and out of her wet depths and spasmed upward, sliding her cunt up and down the boy's rigid cock.
An orgasm crept right up on the woman, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. She stiffened, releasing a keening sound, opened her eyes and mouth, and came to life, bouncing under the boy, her flesh rippling, the ass he caught grinding.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me because I'm coming. Ohhhh!"
Jackie, feeling his organ grow as his mother came, dipped rapidly in and out of her honey pot, sensing the widening of her cunt walls. Then, as her heavy legs went flying out and her arms fell away from his back, he hammered her crazily, battering her.
For a moment she appeared grief-stricken, this lovely woman under him, this big-titted, big-assed woman who was his mother. Then, with the orgasm dissolving, the lines on her face softened and her head went back, her eyes misted over and the shapely lips, twisted so grotesquely before, stretched in a beautiful smile.
"Stop a moment, darling! Ahhh, was that good! Did you throw one into me!"
A satisfied woman, she relaxed, allowing her voluptuous body to rest, but her son, determined to reach the highest levels of enjoyment, continued. Jackie felt the tightening effect caused by orgasm, felt her cunt walls closing together, squeezing his jabbing penis, and he rejoiced in the grip.
He ravaged his mother, fucking her furiously, holding her powerfully shaped ass-cheeks, panting and gasping and-ahhh, man! "Mama, Mama! Maw, maw!"
Ashamed and disgusted with himself for consorting sexually with his mother, Jackie immediately looked about for other girls without success. The alternative was to return to his cousin, Sally.
A few days later he took her in her house, despite the presence of her parents, using schoolwork as an excuse for them to be locked up together in her bedroom. He rushed at the girl, yanked her panties down, tossed her all wide-eyed and surprised onto the bed, and rammed his exposed, erect penis into her. Sally gasped when her cousin was only partially in, but he pressed down until his length disappeared.
"Good, good, I needed you!"
"Ohh, Jackie, I was so afraid you didn't want to sleep with me anymore."
Mustering force, feeling tremendously powerful, he flattened himself on Sally, pasting their loins together. They then started the dance of love with her coming up as he did and falling back as he drilled down. The few days' abstinence had increased her sexual yearnings and she responded more avidly than he. Tremors convulsed the young girl, and, impaled on his stiff cock, she twisted beneath him like some wild thing caught in a net. Jackie knew what he had beneath him, someone quite young, all juicy and alive, and when he pistoned deeper into her cunt, Sally thrust herself upward.
They enjoyed a mutual climax. She came a split second before he did. As he started to go soft, her teen-aged sphincter muscles contracted, holding him in. He remained in her, getting harder, reared up and lunged down.
"Eeeee, ohhh!" Sally had another orgasm and another, to his one. He found that he was capable of strong control and that he could bring the young blonde to the brink of madness by his in-and-out thrusts. She was hot and wild, handling his huge maleness easily, going through countless orgasms while he rode her long and hard.
Jackie marveled that he could be such a perfectly satisfactory lover. Before, he had doubted that he could hold his own with experienced females, but bringing his mother to orgasm, then causing his cousin, young teen-aged Sally, to get off so often, proved his virility.
To his relief, incest in both cases, with mother and girl cousin, ceased when the Army claimed him. But, looking back, he had to feel grateful, knowing that he would not be what he was today, a hard-fucking man, if he hadn't had the bodies of his voluptuous mother and shapely cousin to practice on.
CHAPTER SIX
"There. You are in business, my friend!" The packet of money dropped on to the marble table. "The sum we agreed upon."
Jackie stared at the oily, tubby man, exerting great control not to fling himself at Bechi. The bastard was acting as if he had thrown rotten meat to a starving hound. The past day Jackie had checked around, drawing upon contacts at different news agencies, and he had come away from each with a file on de Soto that was large enough to write a book. A book about a treacherous and conniving man. Warnings had been issued too, from every man he had discussed the assignment with: "Dump the deal! De Soto is no good!"
Fat Bechi here must have scoured every bar and sausage joint where journalists hung out trying to find someone stupid enough to take the deal. And here he was acting like he was doing Jackie a fucking favor.
The packet was thick, and Jackie had a time forcing it into the inside pocket of his jacket. He knew that he had sold himself into something worse than slavery.
Bechi had already poured him out a scotch. He passed the glass over to Jackie. "Now shall we drink to you, sir?"
"Faust and the devil," muttered Jackie. He took his whisky in one gulp.
"Conscience bothering you? Conscience is a curse, sir, a disease. Get rid of it immediately."
The scotch coursed through his veins, producing a pleasant glow in the pit of his stomach. "I've heard around that you're a swine, Bechi."
"So?"
Jackie poured himself a second drink. "It's a fact then?"
"Many have told me so, and to my face. However, why should I change to please people? We are, after all, exactly what God intended us to be."
"Where's Bianca?"
"Ah hah! Our Bianca has trapped you, eh? Take care, she is a very luxury-loving girl. But now, she is out. Where, I have no idea. She comes and she goes."
"Look, what if my clean-up on de Soto works and he leaves this country. What happens to Bianca?"
"She is not my concern, sir. If you wish to make her yours that is your business. But the money you can earn from us is not sufficient for her, I can assure you.
"Okay, okay, give your mouth a rest. First of all de Soto's going to have to write some letters to news papers and magazines praising America. A lot of anti-American feeling exists here in Europe, and he is to criticize it with letters. Also, let him set up a prize to be awarded for the best work dealing with brotherhood or the dignity of man."
"A literary prize, like the Nobel?" Bechi's small mouth fell open.
"Exactly. I'll turn out a series of articles-supposedly autobiographical since they'll bear de Soto's name-which will be submitted to periodicals in America and here in England. Oh, and he's got to give some parties."
"He adores parties."
"You're talking about brawls and orgies. I'm thinking of decent affairs where the staffs of embassies can bring their wives." Jackie suddenly had to use the washroom. Too much drinking had churned his stomach, overworked his bladder. "Where's the can at?"
"The best appointed is next to de Soto's bedroom. Others are straight down that hall." Bechi opened the door of the living room and pointed.
But when Jackie went out, he discovered that he was in a maze. The apartment was impossibly large and one corridor only led to another. At one point he entered the kitchen. Another turn showed him the library. He backed out to retrace his steps and pushed open the door of a small bedroom that was obviously the serving girl's.
He cursed. It was a puzzle, a damned labyrinth leaving him bewildered. He was ready to give up when he spied a thick, oaken door. Entering, he assumed he had reached his goal, for there was a marble bathtub and a washstand.
The door closed noiselessly behind him. His eyes took in the gilded washstand, the tub which seemed to be a child's swimming pool-it was so large, and the multicolored tiled wall. A leather couch was at hand, above it an erotic painting.
He peered about until he located the light switch. He flicked it up. There was a cluster of bulbs protruding from a ceiling ornament, but no light came on. Jackie flicked the switch down then up. Still there was no light, but the double flick had triggered some mechanism in the wall. There was the faintest of scrapes, like the sound of someone scratching and a portion of one wall swung out on hinges to reveal what appeared to be a television screen.
Positioning himself before it, Jackie saw that he was looking into a woman's bedroom. The dressing table, he saw, contained numerous bottles of cosmetics and perfumes. Lingerie was strewn along the floor. Heavy curtains blotted out whatever glimmer of light seeped past the blinds, but he was able to discern the nude figure of a man. The latter was short, but quite handsome.
Sex! Jackie had never been inclined to play the voyeur since his early youth, but curiosity compelled him to view the action. A girl was there. He could see her legs now, propped up in the bed, but he was unable to glimpse the upper portion of her torso or her face.
The handsome fellow crawled into the bed, positioned himself between the heavy-fleshed thighs of the woman and dangled his penis, a good nine-incher. A good whang dang on the bastard, Jackie admitted, and he was going to have a good time of it, too, because that chick had marvelous legs, very long and large-calved.
It was time for him to exit. Bechi would wonder at his delay and besides, the sight could very well arouse him.
Yet, Jackie could not tear himself away from the one-way window.
Each time that a full embrace was about to be effected, the man twisted sharply. The woman, whose broad back gleamed as if oiled, tried to curl around him, but the man obviously wished to play around. He jerked up even as the girl's long legs trapped him. Her arms, like tentacles, locked around his body and the evasive shaft shot home, sinking deep.
Jackie watched. The girl was gluttonous, really fucking frantically. But taking it all in, seeing the jerky quivers of the girl's broad hips, the fiery toss of her big, thick-tipped bosom, caused perspiration to spring out on Jackie's forehead.
Man, he was getting hot, developing a stiff hardon!
But who the hell were these two? De Soto was away and Bianca was out of the house. Could they be servants? The damned room was too murky, the clarity of the glass too dim for him to see the broad's face. But man, what a body. It was so magnificently structured that he was determined to see the completion of the act.
He watched the erotic convulsions of the girls buttocks, big and curved as they were, the squirm of those long, rounded thighs and those breasts! Her arching emphasized their rotundity and the erect nipples. Those splendid breasts, so ample, so creamy and so hemispheric ... were Bianca's!
Yeah, they had to be! If only he could see her face, but it was shielded by a wealth of hair. Her spasms were regular now, perfectly timed, and rhythmic. She was opening her long legs wider as the guy pulled up, tugging a section of his tool out of her cunt. Then, he rammed her, slamming her ass deeper into the bed. But Jackie still could not see her face.
But what a fuck that was! The guy maintained a nonstop tempo, steady all the time, always falling and rising, turning his manhood into a torch, for the girl swung her ass about as if the bed burned. The man's fingers had to grip the curved, writhing ass, but he pulsed on, closing with the girl.
Jackie's suspicions faded under the assault of fascination. Dazzled by the display, he was soon transported beyond himself. His senses were in such a turmoil that he could barely contain his own squirming in time with that of the couple on the bed.
What a chick! A dozen eggs could have rested under that delectable ass without any of them getting smashed, because not once did that butt hit the sheets. It was always up, the full-blown cheeks constantly on the rise.
Cream was spurting from her cunt and then the guy shot. And, he shot a lot, for Jackie could see her bushy cunt become frothy with all the juice running along her leaping thighs.
"Jackie, Jackie! Where are you?" Bechi's voice sounded outside.
Jackie hurriedly relieved himself, washed his face and hands and left. In the darkened hall he encountered the little man. "Here I am."
"Ah, yes, yes." Bechi led him back into the living room. "You were gone a long time.
"Well," Jackie poured himself another drink from the decanter. "I just witnessed a scene in that toilet. I pressed the wrong button and found myself looking through a two-way mirror. Some set-up in there. I could see a couple fucking themselves silly. The girl had an ass on her that was very shapely and big, but her tits! Pumpkins."
"Oh, really?" Bechi's smile was weak.
"Bianca has pumpkins."
"There is a girl working here, a housemaid who is built similarly to Bianca. Tell me, are you jealous of Bianca?"
"Nah, but I sense something. I feel there's a bad deal going and I'm to be the idiot."
"I assure you, Bianca is away." Bechi's voice rose. "It is most likely the fat serving girl in there."
"Bullshit!"
"Very well then. Allow me to escort you on a tour of this apartment, into each and every bedroom."
"Don't shout."
"I am not shouting."
"You're warning those people to clear out of the bedroom with your screaming." Jackie went to the door. "Another thing, I want more dough for this deal."
"My friend, you are being ridiculous."
Jackie pulled the packet of money from his pocket and handed it to the fat man. "Here!"
"Come now."
"That was Bianca in there, spreading her legs for some joker."
"Another girl! How many times must I insist?" Bechi followed him out to the elevator. "A man of your age and experience ... jealous?"
"More money, do you hear? And keep that tramp away from me. The sight of her screwing her ass off has aroused me, and I've got to go out and find myself some whore."
He left.
Bechi walked into the bedroom without knocking and shouted at the lovers, who were now resting. "You idiots!"
The Frenchman, his tousled hair flopping about his sweating face, leapt from the bed and crouched in the manner of a boxer, both arms extended. "Fuck off, Bechi."
Bechi ignored him to direct his tirade at Bianca, who was swift to draw the covers up to her chin. "There is no need for you to hide what I and just about every man in this city has seen, you stupid whore!"
"Leave us," said Pierre.
"Shut up, you fucking frog!" Bechi re-attacked the woman. "Dumb cunt! All ass and tits, that's what de Soto said you were when I suggested using you to trap that journalist. The few brains you have are below your waist, in your cunt. So de Soto says. Against his better judgment I insisted upon using you. Well, Jackie was in the toilet and watched you two fuck here, through that one-way mirror."
Bianca shrugged. "C'est la vie!"
The Frenchman was struggling into his clothes. Bechi regarded him for a moment, then warned Pierre to get out and stay out.
Under the bedcovers Bianca's ample bosom rose like packed hills, the tips shaping the fabric of the thin blanket. "I love to fuck and that's all there is to it."
"Yes? Well now the set-up is ruined. Jackie is in love with you and now he's disillusioned. Did you have to louse this deal up? What will de Soto say, in fact, what will he do?"
Bianca jerked up. Her quivering breasts sustained the covers, but she impatiently tossed the blankets aside. "Do not tell him. Wait, I'll get Jackie back; I can do it."
Bechi was not impressed by her junoesque proportions. He realized that there was seldom seen such a perfection of figure as this prostitute possessed, but as he took in the lush creamy mounds, his experience warned him that within a few years those big breasts would coarsen and sag.
"I have to tell de Soto."
"He will kill me."
"Yes, possibly he might."
"Bechi, you don't hate me, do you?"
"I don't hate whores because how can a man hate stupid women?"
"So why tell him then?"
"Because I must give a reason for Jackie's withdrawing from this deal."
Bianca leaped from the bed and threw herself at the fat man's feet. "Please. Tell de Soto that Jackie wanted more money."
She held tight to his legs and Bechi struggled to break free of her grasp. "Do not be an animal."
Her finger flipped aside his jacket, found the tab of the zipper and tugged it down so that his fly parted. Her hand searched within the voluminous trousers to pull out the man's penis.
He looked down into her slanted eyes, saw her slightly opened, full-lipped mouth and said: "I am in no mood to be eaten by you, my dear whore."
"You'll come, Bechi, I swear, I can make you come."
"You imagine I'm sex crazy, like all of those who've longed for your fat body? My brains are here," he tapped his head, "where they belong."
Yet, as the words left his mouth Bianca's lips en circled the man's limp penis and slowly sucked some life into it. Her sharp white teeth closed down on the hardening, enlarging tip and her tongue lashed the underside, finding a pulsing vein.
"Eeeeee," squealed the little fat man. He came within seconds of being fellated, making the beautiful girl gag, come squirting inside her mouth. She gulped down every drop of his boiling juice.
There was a stricken look on Bianca's face as she got to her feet and fled her bedroom. Bechi looked after her, looked down at his shriveling cock, and shrugged.
It was midnight. De Soto had just turned off the shower faucets when someone knocked on the bathroom door. He slid back the steaming glass panel of the stall and stepped onto a fluffy rug. "Who is there?"
"Bechi," came the answer.
De Soto wrapped a towel about his body and approached the mirror, looking, with his black hair plastered to his forehead, like a Roman senator. He opened the door, admitted the little man, and listened to the tale he told.
"That prostitute, and with that pimp Pierre. Ahh, those two." He wiped steam from the mirror with his palm, then carefully combed his hair flat upon his scalp. He inspected his moustache before spraying his body with a sweet-scented cologne.
"Will you beat her?"
"Perhaps, but I shall also fuck her hard!" De Soto patted his armpits with a thick powder puff, sending up thick, pink clouds. As the drifting particles dissolved about him he pranced before the mirror, inspecting his penis from different angles. Several minutes were spent scrubbing his teeth with an electric toothbrush, after which he gargled with a stinging disinfectant. He found a tube of cream and tenderly smeared it along his penis, coating the head until it was white.
Bechi looked at his employer apply the desensitizer and shuddered, wondering how a man could ... ah, what the hell, it was not his business.
De Soto left the bathroom and went naked down the long hall to Bianca's bedroom. He pushed the door open and saw her standing wide-eyed and naked, except for skin-tight panties.
"Well, you whore!"
"Please, I didn't know what I was doing."
"Fucking, that's what you were doing and with that shit, Pierre. Don't you know what Pierre is? Now hell swagger about telling how he fucked you in my house with the journalist within earshot. You cunt!"
"I couldn't help myself."
"I had that bastard of a journalist right here in my palm because he was taken by you. He came into this deal solely because of you, you bitch!" Bianca threw her shoulders back and her big breasts climbed. Her eyes narrowed. "Beat me, if you want, but if you throw me out, I'll fight you. I have stuck here just because of the luxury, but if that stops, then look out. I can be a very dirty enemy."
"Ah hah, I see." De Soto was obviously enjoying the moment. "If I punish you and then forgive you?"
"Then...." Bianca released her breath. "I will accept it like a woman."
Suddenly his arm went out and his hand swept across her face. She reeled, all naked and trembling, the long dark blond hair flying about. He looked at the voluptuous body, bewitched by the full-blown rump.
"You wretched bitch! Take off your panties."
She obeyed, showing him the quivering, silken skinned globes of her ass. The massive breasts that defied imagination lurched. Sweat poured from her fantastic body, and when she raised her arms to blot out the sight of the advancing tormentor, the damp, golden hairs nestling in her armpits drove de Soto wild. His penis went swinging up, a club that angled high.
Those sharp-pointed breasts of hers were so opulent, so creamy in color, that he shivered. He licked his lips, pinched the stiffened crest of one tit, slid a palm over her slippery-with-sweat hip, squeezed one ass cheek, and ordered her to get into bed.
As she moved, the light danced over the tremendous globes, the abundant flanks, the solid-muscled thighs. "Take me, and fuck me hard because I was bad, really bad. So fuck me all night until you can't fuck me anymore."
She lay there, inarticulate sounds issuing from her pulsing throat. Her beautiful face was contorted, but she remained still while he loomed over her, stroking her breasts, exploring every inch of the swollen, spongy globes. Hot flashes of desire pulsed through the shivering length of the blonde. Her big bottom slowly started a lascivious movement.
She felt his strong fingers prying at her damp, rubbery thighs, and then she screamed as he caused a deep ache to spring alive in her vagina. His penis was there, long, strong, trembling, and she arched, opening wider to admit it.
Ahhh, it was a red-hot length of steel! At once, the big girl cried and started to jerk up, using her feet and shoulders for leverage. At first her ass bounced too much, but then she started to time her actions and coordinate them with de Soto's.
He poked her brutally, feeling her cunt lips peel back, and experienced that indescribable thrill when his head encountered the wet, velvety folds within. Ahh, how it tingled and how that cunt bush scraped his stomach!
"Oh, oh, ooooohhh!"
"Ahhh, Bianca, you whore." He gave her some hot, quick, burning digs.
"Harder! Harder! Yes, yes, yes, like that ... just like that! Now faster ... much faster ... oh! Oh, oh! Now keep on-at that speed!"
They alternated between a rapid rhythm and a slow, steady speed. She soon reached a climactic point, but he went on, his strokes long and hard, giving her an orgasm that was shattering.
"Did your Frenchman do this to you? Huh?"
"Ow, ow, God! Fuck me into the grave! I don't care if I die." She welcomed all the agony, her legs coiled around his, and her ass pumping out another orgasm.
"He didn't do that, did he? Or that! And what did he have in the way of a cock, the dangle of a midget or a policeman's club like me?"
"Ohhh, no, ohhh, my God, ooohhh mamma mia!"
"You mean mia, momma, you whore! And you know what?" de Soto managed the conversation while rising and falling, pulling out the joy-juiced up stick and ramming it in again. "You're going to take that money back to that son of a bitch Jackie.
And if he wants to fuck you, you'll let him. You hear?"
"Not now, please, tomorrow ... I'll do it tomorrow. Oh, give me a moment to rest, ahhh I am coming again!" A little blood, mixing with her watery come, seeped out, all pink. But after exploding in orgasm, even as her lacerated cunt tightened about the starched penis, the big girl, feeling hot shivers along her spine, started another ass-twisting action.
What did he have on his penis, tiny pimples? Bubbles of flesh, or what? And the fact that she was so tight now just spurred him on, making him even harder. He was grinding himself slowly into her, resting for a split second, then pulling out with a jerk. And all the time his hands kept moving, going from under her ass to her curving hips.
"I know a way, ahh yes, yes, I can have you now." De Soto looked down into her face, grinning. "With the stuff I've spread on my bar? This is an all night fuck, my girl."
"No, no. Give your soul up to heaven, you motherfucker, because in the next few seconds your ass is going to belong to me."
Her buttocks, rubbing over the sheets in a constant grind, tensed and hollowed, the muscles leaping, the firm flesh tightening. Her thighs widened to enable his dick to slam harder into her flaming cunt and de Soto gasped.
He grasped her ass and pulled the two squirming balls up. His breath was coming short as he tried to hurt Bianca, make a chasm of her slit with his dong. But he was losing! De Soto was climaxing.
Now she was sighing and moving with a wild abandon. With luck she'd get another climax out of this. Her legs locked, her arms held his bobbing back and she threw her ass around fiendishly. Her pelvis ground against his but she accepted it, painful as the meeting was, feeling an uncivilized urge to destroy this bastard in her bed.
Boom! The explosion shook the son of a bitch, and she rejoiced even as the fleeing juices burned her hole. "Ooooohhhhh!"
"Got you!"
De Soto was no longer in this world. He had been sent elsewhere by this big blonde, and in the last second she had engaged him in a savage way, fucking so hard, so close under him that they were like one being. They held a long kiss, and their lips tore apart. Bianca squealed like a pig.
She was shaking violently, and his hands, still holding the large, silken, high-rising buttocks, felt them clench and unclench. Finally, her cream, hotter than his, bathed his shrinking tool. Her long, fat-calved legs tightened and slid high up around his waist, and instead of clasping, suddenly fell apart.
De Soto's last words before he fell asleep were: "Take the money to Jackie."
Bianca had a wash of sorts, donned a trench coat, wrapping it tight about her wet, naked body, and slipped into the streets. She drove de Soto's limousine to the Belgravia district and slid noiselessly into the deserted streets of Ebury. Fat Bechi, knowing she was due to run the errand, had thoughtfully wrapped the money in a manila envelope.
With the motor still running, Bianca left the car and ran barefoot up the steps of the apartment house. It was late; Jackie was certain to be sleeping. Swiftly but silently she climbed the wooden stairs to his floor and raised the metallic flap on the door slot. It was large enough for ordinary mail, but the packaged money refused to go through.
Shit! She had to drop to her knees and inch the damned package through, bit by bit until at last she heard it thud to the floor on the other side of the door.
There! Mission accomplished. It would have been much simpler to wake the bastard up, but what if he had wanted to fuck? No; first Pierre, then de Soto. Two men in as many hours were too damned much, even for her.
The blonde padded down the stairs, reaching the second floor. From behind a door she heard a couple at work, screwing in what seemed deadly earnest, making the sort of noise only violently aroused people can make.
The sounds had their effect, stirring the blood in the region of her femaleness. For a moment she had a mind to return the way she had come, up the steps to Jackie's apartment. De Soto wouldn't mind her giving him a little something. It could tighten the hold de Soto needed to have on Jackie.
The sounds increased in volume as one of them, the girl or the man, or perhaps both, reached orgasm. With her shapely lips set, Bianca skipped up to Jackie's flat and rang the bell. As there was no answer, she sent her doubled fist against the door. Still no response; now she kicked, but the first kick hurt her bare foot and she yelped.
"Ooh, you son of a bitch, where the hell are you!" Enraged, she kicked with the other foot, receiving the same pain.
For a moment she considered camping before the door in the hope that he might return shortly. But after a while, she gave up and dragged herself, all hot and bothered and desperately in need of a screw, down to the car. Maybe de Soto would be up and in the mood. Otherwise she would have to use that damned vibrator, and that was no substitute for a man's hard organ. Shit!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jackie had gone off on a sexual rampage, a hunter gunning down all female game. Sighting the luscious Bianca spreading for some joker had triggered off a powerful jealousy in him. Screw Bechi and de Soto and the money. All right, he wouldn't starve. The means of survival, a brain, ten fingers and a typewriter were at his command even if it would take him a year to a year and a half to earn fifteen big ones. But the thing he had for Bianca-Jesus!
Had he fallen in love?
The game he played, sex all the way, left no room for jealousy, Jackie reasoned. Not if you were a professional. And hell, what could be said about his affair with Evi, his sister? And Sally, a cousin!
He strolled into a bar and hurriedly downed a double scotch. The air around him was filled with tobacco smoke and conversations bordering on argument. An artistic dump, just the wrong place to wander into, with cruds showing their brilliance after a few beers; The same old personalities, Americans and Europeans alike, bearded, jeans-clad and scurvy-looking, expounding their theories.
Did any of them have a future, or were they just dreaming, as he had once sat in a place like this dreaming? He listened, trying to catch some of the words, but it was all too much for him. This existence had claimed him for a while, years back, keeping him unwashed, nursing a beer for hours, mooching cigarettes, and trying to make out with a different girl every night.
And speaking of making girls! Jackie paid up and headed straight for the Intercontinental News Agency. Two people were in the large office, Sheila, the secretary, was working at the filing cabinet, and a reporter was on his way out. He exchanged greetings with the reporter.
"This is a news agency, man," smiled the reporter, a middle-aged man who suffered from arthritis and a terrible case of halitosis. "Last time I saw you, you were hustling for a visiting circus, publicizing elephants or some toothless lions."
"De Soto's my animal now. I'm ghosting some stuff for him."
"The playboy? Oh man, scrub toilets instead. You'd be better off. And that guy he's got with him, Bechi! There's a sweetheart!"
"I know Bechi," smiled the secretary. "He once bought me a champagne."
"And you gave him your lily-white body."
"I did not," the girl snapped. "He asked me to go out with a friend of his."
"Yeah, that's Bechi, a procurer." He left, leaving the office door open.
Sheila, a curly-haired brunette with a rounded body and a schoolgirl's face, got up from her desk and flattened her skirt over her thrusting buttocks. "It's about time you showed up."
"I called a couple of times, but you were away on vacation."
"And you were always busy, Jackie. You were seen around with a kid, a tall girl with sort of reddish-blond hair."
"That was nothing."
"I know, she was like a sister to you."
Jackie's face was set, not a muscle moving. Sister! If only this woman knew. "All right, now don't tell me you went on vacation alone, Sheila."
"Well," she shrugged, "everybody's got to have somebody."
That part was true enough, but he also knew that a juicy creature like Sheila always hoped for more than vacations. Night clubs, leather handbags and jewelry had to be thrown in there, too.
"Is he still around?"
Again Sheila shrugged.
"Well," Jackie sighed, "that means I shouldn't be." The skirt had tightened over her full thighs, giving him reason to remember what it was like to stroke those lithe limbs.
"The redhead's gone?"
"For good."
"Gee, Jackie, I don't know. It's always been good with you and all that, but I just have time in the evenings these days."
He had hoped to line her up for the night, but, well, what the hell. All right, he would have a look at the file on playboy de Soto, then split. Then Sheila surprised him by remarking that the floor would be very uncomfortable.
"What!"
"Well, what do you think these reporters in here are like, or what they always want? I've had it on the floor umpteen times, and I hate it! But-that's all I can do for you now."
Amazed, he watched her lock the office door. He looked about. The blinds filtered bright sunlight into the large office, gliding the numerous glass-topped desks and bathing the worn linoleum floor in a weird mixture of shadows.
On the dirty floor! Suppose he had to make appearances in other news offices? He had no intention of waltzing around a city like this, all rumpled up. But when he became aware of Sheila's sensuous eyes and mouth and the bold lift of her breasts, he had no choice.
Sheila unlatched a closet and brought out a folded camping blanket. As she spread it on the floor, she glanced at the space between Jackie's legs. "Ahh, I see that someone is good and hard already. So that's what I do to you, eh?" Smiling, she undressed, showing him a set of gleaming thighs topped by dark foliage, a shining belly, and full breasts set so high they appeared to be floating.
"And just wait until you see what I'm going to do to you!" Jackie tossed the last of his clothing onto a desk and looked down at the curly-haired brunette. She was flat on her back, legs wide, her bottom rising into position.
He dropped to his knees and rubbed his penis along her legs, up between the thighs, against the hairy cunt, along the belly and into the valley separating her tits. She was sighing when he shoved the prick between her lips, stabbing into her mouth as with a blunt edged bayonet.
"Suck me off!"
Her ass came off the floor as she struggled for breath. Then the twin cheeks settled easily, as the sudden surprise wore off, and her luscious mouth shaped itself around the jabbing penis, sucking and adhering to it. She was submitting to Jackie for the sake of old times, but now passion stimulated Sheila and the fire in her breasts spread to her tongue. She relished his penis like a tasty sausage. His balls tickled her chin, his pubic hairs were coarse against her lower lip and his maleness was burning instrument to be cooled with her spittle. The prick's tip, so bald, so hard, yet velvety, was caught between her teeth and she bit it!
"Hey!" He jerked his tool free, seeing how her teeth marks ringed the throbbing tip.
"Oh, boy, oohhh boy!" Her eyes seemed sightless, her hair was a tangled mess, and the whole of her lovely body rippled between his legs. Then she gulped in air, arched, and, by twisting from side to side, smacked the fleshy pole with her breasts.
Jackie eased himself down until his head rested on her belly. His hands slid along the silken-fleshed thighs, giving slight squeezes, before his mouth came against her pubis. Sheila arched again, sending her legs high as he caught her twisting ass and jammed his tongue into her vagina.
"Nooo, Jackie! Why are you doing that?"
He was an animal, quenching his thirst at a pool, lapping and lapping. But she could not stand it! Her belly heaved, her buttocks tightened and she hammered at his face with her groin.
Jackie ate her in a shameless fashion, disregarding her upheavals, taking any part of that slit he could, from the lips to the clitoris, swallowing when he was not biting, licking when he was not kissing. She settled back, a mass of twisted nerves. Only her ass showed any sign of action while he intensified her lust with a professional job of cunnilingus.
Jackie was rough as he tongued into the girl's organ, seemingly deriving more pleasure than she from the act. The odors she let off increased, but he redoubled the licks, increasing the amount of times he jabbed into the cavity and heightening her excitement.
"Ohhh, no, Jackie, no, no! Ahhh, you're obscene, that's what you are! No man does this to me. Oooooooh! No, no, no! I don't taste so good down there! Ahhhhh! Why are you eating me? Eeeeeee! You're biting too! Ahhhh, no, no, that's my little clit! Man ... you're going to make me come! I'll mess up your face! Jackie, Jackie, Jaaaah-keeee!"
Her moans were terrible, her convulsions spasmodic, and her head tossed from side to side. Her hands were pressing his head into her division while he intoxicated the little clitoris, his tongue tapping at it. Her thighs, taking on strength, closed as she gurgled deep in her throat, pounded her ass on the floor, and gave herself up to a powerful orgasm. It flooded her loins, slammed in a frenzy at the center of her female desire, gushed along into her arms, thighs and breasts, and, increasing in strength, came slamming down into the area of her cunt again. For a wild second paralysis set in, and then she let out such a blood-curdling yell that Jackie had to leapfrog up her body, from her dripping, palpitating cunt, to paste his mouth on hers.
When the scream turned to moans he balanced his weight on his palms, and, looking down between their bodies, hers flat and twisting, his angled, ran his penis into the wide-open vagina. Again her ass came up off the floor, but this only aided the invasion, enabling him to sink in deeply.
Soon, his thrusts became nonstop, the sort of relentless pounding that had Sheila flinging herself up. Her eyes were slitted, her hands clamps on his pumping bottom as his staff stoked the embers in her loins, building up the fire once more.
Eating her out had been a chore, and Jackie rested atop the writhing girl, only working the lower part of his body. His hands tested the symmetry of her heaving breasts when they were not holding the grinding ass, but her gasps warned that another explosion was inevitable.
"Coming, coming real close!"
So soon....
"Jackie, Jackie, fuck me, fuck the ass off me, do it, do it, oooh, fuck me!"
Jackie felt his thrusting prick deluged by hot wetness as the girl pumped herself up wildly and shuddered out the rest of her climax. He rose and fell, bringing the poor creature, worn out as she was, through another climax before the flames scorched his flesh, making him dry out.
After they parted, Sheila tried to get up, but, in her state of almost shock, she wobbled. Every inch of her shapely body was soaking wet. Her thighs jerked one way, her hips another, and, seeming to lack muscle coordination, her ass knotted up. Sobbing she sprawled on the blanket, completely knocked out.
"Ohh God, what will I tell my boyfriend when he wants to fuck tonight!"
Jackie looked at the glassy-eyed secretary. Limp and spent, he sprawled on top of her, his openmouthed face cushioned on her thrusting, spike pointed hillocks. Ruined, he thought, completely . ruined.
But-in a few minutes he was up and on his way, and within two hours the tired penis had taken on new life and was buried deeply in another woman's pussy.
It was that of Michele, a model who posed for artists and earned a little extra on the side by sleeping with them sometimes. Tall, slender, but awesomely contoured, she had hair like midnight, eyes of blue so light that Jackie compared them to marbles, a short, tilted, freckled nose, and a rather childish face. Only her mouth was full-lipped, sensuous.
He had staggered home after the session with Sheila, determined to get a little rest and in the morning patch up matters with that little fat bastard, Bechi. After all, that sum of money was not to be passed over so lightly.
But on the main floor, he saw someone, a girl, in the shadows near the mailboxes. He was about to move on when he recognized Michele. She was barefooted, wearing only a bathrobe, and moved with a languid grace. They exchanged pleasantries, but as they chatted, his eyes dropped to the opening in the old robe.
Her breasts he knew were big-almost too big for her body with its slender legs and saucy but small bottom. He knew also that the nipples adorning each sphere were like a tiny pink tack. It was not a body he was unacquainted with, for he had slept with her in the past. But Michele had other men now, far too many, and what existed between them today was friendliness, nothing more. He categorized Michele along with the secretary Sheila, a girl he might be able to screw again if the occasion were right. Although he was not banking on such a situation occurring very soon, her nearness built a small fire in the area of his groin.
Jackie was hard again!
Michele slipped her hand into his and gently rubbed a large breast against his arm. As if by prearrangement, they went up the stairs and directly into her apartment. She tossed her mail onto the table, asked if he wanted some wine, splashed some into two glasses, and went to slip a disc a series of sad French songs onto the turntable.
Jackie recalled that all of his women, from his sister Evi to his cousin Sally to the bitch Bianca on down to the secretary Sally, were voluptuous broads. And, although she was slim, Michele did have great tits. So, when she disrobed, to strut about her apartment naked, a child of nature, he no longer considered comparisons.
There was some conversation after all, another pouring out of wine, but, boy, that walk of hers was definitely shameless, almost vulgar, the small ass grinding and the huge breasts thrusting forward.
"Well, Jackie," she said as she substituted another disc, this one mood music, "aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
There was no need to answer. He was in a hurry to possess Michele and feel her moving in rapid rhythm under him. He cupped the huge, pink-tipped mounds, and, with desire steaming him up, shooting prickly sensations into his already hard penis, he tightened his fingers, spreading the globes apart until Michele complained of the hurt.
He undressed and hurriedly sought the fascinating breasts again. He stroked them, so large and white, arousing the young model until she was intense with passion and as stiff as a coiled spring.
"Ahhh hah, aaaahhaaah!" Michele made coarse, animal sounds, scratched the flesh along his shoulders with her bitten-off nails, and lashed his face with her hot, throbbing tongue.
He held the small buttocks while they kissed, trying to encompass the well-dimensioned cheeks with one hand. She broke the kiss, inhaled, linked her hands behind his head, and rubbed the lower portion of her body against his, scratching his privates with her rough pubic hair. The ass he held revolved slowly.
"I think it is time and I am wet enough for you to come into me." She released him and backed off, the feeble glow from the candle she had lighted streaking her face and shoulders.
Jackie, pursuing her slowly toward the bed, saw how the light caused the monstrous breasts to appear to be separate entities, not parts of her slender, curving body.
"One thing you've got is boobs !"
"Ahh! Just boobs?" She knelt on the edge of the bed making the mounds of her small backside swell until they gleamed like melons. She gyrated them. "And I have no ass!"
"Well moulded, baby."
"Take them!"
He licked the small balls, so beautifully shaped and colored, wiping away every fleck of dust or lint or sweat with his eager tongue. He traveled between them, over the ass to the end of the division, spread them apart, and blew a wad of spittle in.
He crept up, sent his hands around to the front of her thighs while she arranged herself dog fashion, and, taking aim, drove his hard prick directly into the girl's lovely little pussy. The entrance sent jagged lightning streaking up her spine, and while her body shuddered from unexpected pain, her ass went into wanton action.
Jackie received a double blow as the little ass slammed backward, but he drove even harder into the small, steaming cunt, making the lips tremble and the interior leak.
Michele was forced to flatten her hands on the bed to support her quivering body, for Jackie was bringing her right on to an orgasm. "Ooooh la, la! Jackie, you feel so big!"
"It's that you're so tight!"
She rolled her ass around rapidly. "Can we do this all night, eh? Can we fuck all night?"
"Let's get this one over with first and then well see." He was feeling each twist of her hips, each grind of her ass, and sniffing the scent wafting up from that little hole. Then Michele came, whining at first, following up with a sign that ended in a plea for mercy. Her breasts, tremendously large now, swung like bells over the bed.
"I am there, ahhh, I am arriving!"
She wound her little ass around, stung his prick with a twist of her cunt, splashing juices that were both sweet and sour on it, and fell on her face. He was taken down with her, still firmly implanted, feeling the slim girl twist and shake and sob at the last vestige of the climax.
He tried to speak to her, but the thick hair was like a black curtain over her childish face. And, this was no time to talk while his penis was still being held captive. He had to fuck and fuck until he blasted the cave out and shrank enough to slide out to liberty.
He came out, pulling up a bit to look down at the stilled ass, those two rounded balls of firm flesh. Then he sank back into the hole, millimeter by millimeter, driving his great cock almost up into her belly.
"Now we take care of Jackie!"
"No, no, no!"
"And you were the girl who wanted to ball all night, huh?"
"Ahhh, you bastard, you are bigger than before. No, no, noooo!"
He remained in her for a very long time, driving her on to numerous orgasms before he finally came. When he pulled out of her body, Michele was too exhausted to even say goodbye. Jackie carried his clothing up to his floor, gliding naked up the stairs, his used penis dangling and swinging. When he opened the door of his flat, he saw the badly wrapped package of money on the floor, shoved there through the old-fashioned slot that the mailman no longer used.
Bechi de Soto wanted his services badly. Christ, that was quite a crew, because he had to count the bitch Bianca in there too. He had half a mind to just grab the loot and run and let them find another sucker for the whitewashing, the bastards. But he was too damned exhausted to worry about it all now. Man, if Sheila had fucked him out, what could he say about that little girl, Michele?
Jackie threw himself into bed and slept the sleep of the truly fucked-out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jackie, having accumulated a sufficient amount of material on de Soto to fill his attache case, planned on taking a breather. Michele was now out of his life because of the unexpected arrival of her fiance, a young man of Corsican blood. Those guys were not to be trifled with, and rather than take a knife between his ribs, Jackie gave up on the slender, big titted model. He was considering taking the night boat over to France for a rest as he entered his apartment building and went up the steps. Muted music seeped from the door of his flat, a warning that someone was there. He listened, then twisted the knob, took one step in, and saw his sister.
Evi!"
She was dancing, all tanned and dressed in a skirt and blouse of definitely French cut. "Jackie!"
He tossed the case aside and looked at her, at the fantastic creature who was his flesh and blood. And while he did not keep time to the music flowing from the radio as Evi did, his penis did the dancing for him. Yes indeed! A look at his partner in incest and the bar took on shape.
"What the hell are you doing back here?"
"Not happy to see me?"
"Yes, but ... man, this is more than a surprise! There was no word from you, no phone call, no postcard, not a whisper."
Evi sighed. "I ran out of money. You know what that place is like. Even a cola costs three times as much as here. As for a shot of scotch, forget it!"
"And I was about to catch the night boat out." Her head cocked to one side. "Did I hear you right? You have money?"
Jackie removed his jacket, yanked down his cravat, and swiftly brought her up to date, telling of Bechi, the big blond Bianca, and the playboy de Soto. "My take can go as high as fifteen thousand bucks. Still a lot even when exchanged into British sterling or French francs. I'm loaded."
"Holy shit! You know when I got off the train I couldn't even take a taxi here, I had to lug my bags on the underground and then walk the rest of the way. Fifteen! Just to make that son of a bitch look good. You're more the crook than de Soto is."
Don t sell him short; he stinks!" His erection now was stronger and became obvious to his sister.
Jackie, am I seeing things in their proper perspective?"
Yeah, but ... listen, you don't have to worry about money anymore."
"What about that girl living downstairs, the French girl who is a model or something? The doll with that tremendous pair?"
"What about her?"
"Well, you two did have something going once, didn't you? I know she's an expensive item but since you've got so much money from de Soto ..
"Michele? She's got a guy living with her now, a jealous bastard from Corsica. He'd carve me up like a slab of beef."
"I don't understand this."
She did understand, so what could be the alternative? Perhaps Evi had decided, while sunning herself on the continent, that incest was morally wrong. Or it could be that some vacationing male had gone into her and shown her what love with someone other than a brother can really be.
Was it all over between them, he wondered? Was Evi, his lover, about to be just a sister again? Maybe he ought to take things one at a time, ease his stiffness and talk a bit, draw her out and see if the hunger was as strong as before. Deciding to take that course of action, Jackie offered her a big smile to show her how glad he was to see her.
Silence filled the air of the bedroom. His hard-on refused to die, and worse, it was hurting more than before. But there should be no need to ensconce himself in the bathroom and jack off-not with her here. As his sister strolled forward, swaying her hips, he eyed her voluptuous body, seeing the breasts bubble up. He put his hands to her shoulders and drew her swiftly to him.
"I expected a little chit-chat first, but we can't eh, considering that bone-on."
"You heard all I had to say."
"But not all I had to say."
"It'll have to wait."
Her heavy breasts were pressed to his chest and he felt the soft dome of her belly. His arm, sliding around her waist, dropped lower so that a hand rested on the swell of the high-rising buttocks. Just as his mouth reached hers, she pulled back, a crafty look coming into her lovely eyes.
"If there's been no action for you lately, how will you satisfy me? A quickie's not what I want."
"There's been someone," he said huskily. He was kissing her violently, sinking his teeth into her throat, biting her earlobe, rubbing his parted mouth along her cheek.
As his hands encompassing her breasts squeezed hard, she quickly unzipped his trousers. "Who, who? The blonde you were telling me about? The big bitch?"
"Yeahh, she ... ahhhh!"
He felt the heat of her fingers on his instrument, milking it, working it back and forth. Her thighs then started to open and close. As her hand dropped his hot tool, her mouth pasted onto his and his tongue was sucked in.
"I hope you made her come ten times at least, because that's what I want." Swiftly she released him, threw up her skirts, rolled down her panties and opened the long legs wide.
A quickie-standup! Why not, before they handled the affair properly in bed? The firm mounds of her ass were in his hands while she guided his penis into her wet slit.
"Oooh, you're hungrier than I am!"
"Shove a little, man! There, there, shove a little harder!" She was breathing heavily, her big, beautifully formed breasts heaving with her passion.
She raised a hefty leg high and he felt the balled end of his penis move along the smooth, fleshy thigh to the juncture of boiling sensuality. Her cunt hairs scratched his manhood as he pierced the mound and slid in.
Her breath was sucked in, her ass already rolling. The lips opened wider as the invasion deepened the channel. He felt them, felt the vaginal lips encircling his excited member. Their bodies adhered, but there was an inch more to be buried, and he gripped her butt, pulled her forward and sank all of his shaft in the wet, pulsing hole.
"Ooooh, yes, oh, yes indeed!" The ass was swiveling, the hips swinging, the belly rolling and the scene was under way with him in complete charge. He drove into her hard, harder, much harder, and she came, making a weird sound.
Some juice spurted from his hard column but she kept on riding it, the ass he held, silken but muscled, tensing and relaxing. She writhed to the last drop, hurtingly impaled but welcoming the impalement, wanting to remain a captive to his ramming penis.
"Am I still the same old screw or have I lost some of my power?"
Man, you have to be rewarded." She lowered her body, cradled his heavy balls in her hand and fellated him. His penis was still ramrod stiff as her puckered lips ran along its length. Her tongue slid out, making a sensual movement, and as she released his balls they smacked against her firm chin.
"You're making me bigger!" His penis was enlarging, inflating in her mouth. Her teeth, as sharp as a shark's nibbled relentlessly, and that tongue, so rasping hot but at the same time slippery, lapped his dong slowly.
Ohhh! Her tongue, her teeth, her lips did their work, biting and sucking and licking at his throbbing penis, increasing his excitement, devouring him steadily. Ahhh, the essence was being sucked out, and his buttocks tightened, his belly muscles knotted, and he began to sway. Now urgency took over and he slid his penis into the moist mouth, withdrew it to the tip and charged it in again. He felt a white heat, he knew a crazy sensation, and he screamed at the tearing in his loins.
The moment was now because everything was gathering, love, lust, passion, and desire, all of it blending in his balls, making them weigh three times as much as usual, and he held fast to her head.
"Pull away, pull away! Quick, quick!"
She did not answer. His tool was thrust so deeply within the cavern of her mouth that it would take at least a half-second for its withdrawal and besides, her firm white teeth held it securely.
At first there was a sputter loud enough for them both to hear. He looked down and saw she had closed her eyes, waiting for the first drops of come to sputter on her tongue. Then she choked as it all rushed out, a thick jet of sperm that caused her to gag "Uh ... uh ... uh!" He held her head tight with his hands and released the full flow. Then he staggered back, his penis still hard, still dribbling. "What ... what did you do that for?"
She spat the stuff out, went after her handbag to remove a small bottle of scented mouthwash and deodorized herself with a frantic gargling. The level of his passion somewhat lowered, he was weak from the ejaculation and needed a wash and rest.
"No!" Still the domineering woman, she took his come-coated cock in her hand, rolled it along her palm and tickled his balls. Surprisingly, the half dead penis livened up and rose.
Proud that her point had been proven, she stepped back, loosened the catch on her skirt, undid the buttons on her blouse and bade him do the same. He saw that her pubic hair was as thick as a hedgerow and was shining with sweat and juice.
She made him sit on the lounge and straddled him as she would a horse, flinging her heavy-thighed legs over his and sinking down on his staff. Her slit, all inflamed, parted easily as her weight carried her down, the ass-cheeks coming to rest on his thighs.
It was a hard gallop for her, the forceful lips of her cunt twisting in unison with her ass, but he was not able to climax again so soon. But after a few hops, and a leap or two, she flowed like a river, sighing out her orgasm. Her hands were clasped about his neck and her tongue washed down his face.
"Ohhh God, oohhh God, oooooohhhhhh!"
Her arms went above his head and her long legs swung up and out. He was sending the knob of his penis against one vaginal wall, then the other, creating a wild, wanton thrill even as her orgasm was ending.
"I'm not through with you yeti"
"Ahhhh, you bastard! I just came! Give me a fucking moment to breathe, for crissakes!"
She arched, slammed her legs around his back, locking the ankles and dug in, taking the waves of racking pain that were so scorching. She contorted herself, awkward as the position was, crying and gasping, but never ceasing the rotation of her ass.
He was holding her, boring in, making her come again, but his time was up. Oh! He stiffened and flooded her snatch with juice. The stream was scalding and seemingly endless, but finally his shoulders slumped.
"Shit, I ... I thought I'd never stop shooting. Man, what a deluge!"
Now her breasts seemed very soft against his chest. But some part of him was softening too; his bar, so huge before, was slowly shrinking inside the cave he had flooded.
"I...." she closed her eyes and struggled to find the words. "Let me get up! I have to rinse this come out. But first ... I need a rest. Just a few minutes and ... ohh God, you had a month's supply stored in your sack."
He recovered quicker than she and, by easing her weight off his thighs, gave his penis the chance to slide out. It was like pulling a stopper from an upended bottle filled with hot cream. At once, the white, still warm sperm bubbled up, splattering out of the trembling cunt to stain his legs and leak onto the floor.
"Just like old times, fucking you."
"Only now the fuck's better, or maybe it's the times that've changed."
Bianca stood outside the door, listening for sounds, and then selected a key from a ring. There were more than two dozen on the ring, shaped to fit any and all locks, the lot removed from Bechi's quarters. The tubby little bastard must have been a housebreaker at one time. But-now I have taken over.
The blonde tried to insert five keys of different length before one worked and the door to Jackie's small apartment opened. "Ah hah!"
There in the hall she disrobed, removing her expensive clothes, stripping down to the skin. Then, with everything gathered into a bundle, she tiptoed into the flat and gently closed the door behind her. The garments were placed softly on the floor while she decided how to make her entrance.
She felt terribly hot at this moment and was desperate to have something big and stiff inside of her. A slight breeze coming from an open window chilled her body. The excitement in her flanks had already started to reach a peak of hot sensation in her groin.
Beyond the partially closed bedroom door she hesitated and stood with parted legs, looking down at the explosions on her chest, the mountains of rounded flesh. Through the valley separating the abnormally large peaks, she glimpsed the wedge of silken hair covering her cunt. Her fingers paused there, at the center of all womanly desire.
"Ahhh God," she whispered. To have his hands, Jackie's hands, there to play with the out-thrust breasts and fondle her shining, curving flanks. To have his penis ... wait! Someone was in bed with him! The bastard had a woman in there!
The bed's squeaks were followed by sighs and whispers and heavy breathing. Listening, Bianca became worked up; her big breasts grew hard. She fingered the nipples, feeling them rubbery and enlarged as she strained to hear more.
At length she pushed the door open and saw them, Jackie and a strapping girl with reddish blond hair. Ahh, what a slut that was, lying in the bed, naked as a baby, those long, heavy thighs parted. And Jackie was between those thighs, on his knees now, showing her the phallus that Bianca knew so well, fully erect.
"Don't just fuck me," the girl screamed. "Rape me!"
"I'll do more than that, dear sister."
Sister! Bianca clapped a hand to her head. Was Jackie mounting his sister?
The girl was trying to rise, but Jackie quickly straddled her, his arms pinioning hers to the bed. Her plump thighs quivered and opened wider as she offered him her mouth. He prolonged the kiss while she writhed under him. Occasionally he reared to claw at her swelling breasts, rolling them about on her chest, slapping at them with his open palm.
Bianca was fascinated, and Jackie looked so big today, how could he put that fat pole into that poor girl?
The girl's large body trembled and she started to groan. Her hands held his enormous penis, stroking and jerking it, pushing it down, past her stomach toward her hairy slit. "In it goes, darling, all of it!"
"Yeahhh, into your tight snatch!"
Their positions altered slightly. She arched her body, raising her big rounded ass and, somehow, brought her long, full-calved legs back under her while he sent his tool a bit closer to the hairy goal. With two fingers, Jackie held that thing, keeping it steady, guiding it, and, then, it was a slow insertion with the bitch groaning all the way and continuing to groan long after the prick disappeared from sight.
Now they fucked! Jackie was wasting no time, a man in a hurry, hammering down, jerking up and hammering down even faster. The girl had those insanely long legs around her brother's waist and she was slamming the bed with the two grinding balls of her large ass.
That was really fucking, Bianca knew, for those two battled like the devil for a swift orgasm. He grunting like an attacking beast, she bucking and flinging that ass up as if the mattress were aflame. Ohh God, why didn't Jackie fuck her that way?
Bianca saw what a good screw Jackie was, maintaining that swift and cruel pace, crushing his sister into the damned bed, making her yell and scream and curse street oaths. The motions of her quite shapely body were of a wildness that lashed Jackie on to madness. He fought her and she, weeping her ass off, fought back, responding in kind to her brother's roughness.
Ohh, what a thing of beauty and magic was sexual intercourse and the resulting orgasm, Bianca thought.
And the sister came first, her come a thing that was a scream and a shiver and a rush of perspiration. It was soon over, but that did not stop her from gyrating that ass. Bianca was amazed by the girl, amazed by her good looks, mad body and fucking abilities. God, right now she'd like that girl for herself. Would she make her yell!
"Now you'll come, dear brother. Now you'll pop your nuts!" The sister was fighting under Jackie, working energetically to bring his moment on. But she had herself another come, a whale of an orgasm that made her scream like a banshee.
Jackie, reaching ecstasy, moaned and went limp, but the girl was still moving, rolling her ass around, opening and closing her thighs. Bianca backed out into the hall, shocked into movement. A moan fled her throat and she slid against the wall, slid down to the floor. Her body was invaded by lust and she inserted a finger into her wet cunt, lay on her side and sent her buttocks twisting around spasmodically.
Ahh, ahhh, she was coming! Bianca squeezed her thighs together, crushing her hand in the vise of desire, and climaxed. For a long moment she lay there, making no effort to rise, limp, still emotionally charged. The finger she tugged from her cunt was all wet and sticky from her coming.
The bedsprings started to squeak once more, and Jackie groaned in unison with his sister's cries. Slowly, knowing she would not be heard, Bianca got up and started to dress. Her mouth was open, her breathing coming out in rapid gusts, and ideas took shape in her head.
That girl in there was a beauty. That ass, those things. Oooh, she was going to have her, she was going to have a fine time with that young American bitch. If she wasn't a lesbian now, Bianca knew she could make her one soon. Shit, why waste a marvelous body like that on incest. Sure, Jackie had a big prick, but just wait, yes, my dear girl, just wait!
A few days later they met, purely by accident, when Bianca, accompanied by fat Bechi strolled into a small restaurant in Chelsea. Jackie was seated with his sister at a comer table and rose immediately to make the introductions. Bianca held the girl's hand longer than was necessary and, smiling, looked deep into Evi's eyes.
"How nice to meet someone so close to dear Jackie. Perhaps-we shall see each other again-soon!"
CHAPTER NINE
Evi, clad in the bottom half of a two-piece pajama outfit, whisky glass by her side, was sprawled the length of the battered couch, her mind troubled by the echo of past days spent with her brother. She needed to be loved, needed sex badly, but he was just not in sight.
The doorbell rang. Her heart leaping, Evi jumped to her feet, disregarding her appearance as she raced to the door. It was that girl, Bianca, the beauteous blond bitch.
"My brother's not here," she said at once.
"It doesn't matter." Bianca entered to the room. "I've had a bad experience and I need a woman to talk to."
A chilling wind followed Bianca into the flat, caressing Evi's bared torso and the out-thrust breasts. She swiftly closed the door and breathed in the heady, perfumed scent of the blonde and gazed with disbelief at Bianca's suddenly exposed bosom.
"Say!" Something like an electric current coursed through the young American girl. Holy shit, but this foreign bitch was monstrous! She shivered imperceptibly.
"My dress is ripped! I told you, I had trouble."
Unable to answer, Evi steadied herself and glanced about, looking for her pajama top. At the last second, she remembered her glass and, offering a feeble smile as an excuse for drinking alone, downed the contents. "Would you ... like a drink?"
"That de Soto!"
"Yes ... Jackie's working for him ... Evi sneaked a quick look at the expensive, obviously original dress that clung to the blonde's body like a grape skin, accentuating the breathtaking perfection of her breasts, buttocks, hips and thighs.
"Oh! Evi ... he is so depraved!" With a wild cry Bianca threw herself at the younger woman. "He attacked me!"
Evi's head spun and her vision blurred as shock wilted under the sudden and furious onslaught of unwelcome desire.
"Wait! Pull yourself together. Please!"
She was startled by the sound of her voice, rising above the blonde's sobs. Again, she sought an explanation, but the poor creature seemed on the verge of hysteria.
Somehow, because Bianca was an Amazon, Evi half-carried, half-dragged the girl over to the couch. Straightening, Evi winced as cold sweat trickled down her back, and her arms and legs turned to jelly.
"Please, Bianca," she whispered, "tell me how he attacked you."
"He did."
"But how, in what manner?"
"I don't want to talk about it now," the blonde mumbled.
God in heaven! Evi wanted to throw up her hands. Why the fuck does everything happen to me? What am I doing in this city anyway, just screwing for my brother. Why in the hell don't I return to where it's hot.
"Here! Take it straight." Snatching up the bottle of scotch, Evi uncorked it, pried the girl's mouth open, and upended the bottle. Bianca gagged and choked and more tears rushed down her reddened cheeks.
Scared now, because she sensed the start of a lesbian affair that would begin with a rush but stretch on forever, Evi moved away. She was trying to understand the situation.
"A little more?"
"No." Bianca was pouting.
Evi's heart was pounding, her breathing ragged, and there was no sense kidding herself. The blonde was here for one reason. She wiped her damp hands on her pajama bottoms, not knowing what else to do. She knelt, putting her face close to Bianca's.
"Is there someone I can phone for you? A friend, maybe, someone who could come and pick you up."
"No, no." Bianca's hand shot out, the fingers digging hard into the younger girl's bare waist. "I want to stay here with you until I calm down."
There were strange waves of sensation gliding along her nerves, and Evi gently, though reluctantly, removed the girl's hand. "Make sense, Bianca. Your silence doesn't make it easier for either of us. I've got to know the cause of this hysteria. If de Soto attacked you, then why? You said he was perverted."
"That will do, since there's no other word to describe a man like that." Bianca swept the long blond hair over her golden-colored broad shoulders and rose, her hips flaring into curves and her powerful breasts stretching outward from their wide base. "Why live with him then?"
"You wouldn't be able to understand the position I'm in."
"That's why Jackie has to whitewash him; because he's a filthy beast. Ahhh, I thought as much."
"Forget it, forget my visit."
Evi studied the girl's face, the long, strangely colored eyes that were now so cloudy and wet in the lamplight, the smooth high forehead, the sculpted nose splattered with freckles, the soft curve of her cheekbones, the trembling, full-lipped mouth.
She could have made it immediately in the movies, for Bianca was not just beautiful, she was fantastically beautiful.
Bianca, sensing she had gained the American girl's confidence spoke rapidly, telling of de Soto's perversions, of the pimp Bechi's deceit. And there was her reputation in this city to consider, the wrong publicity could see her deported.
"So, forget what happened, please."
"All right, but in the meantime, for your own safety you had better consider some alternative. The next time perversion gets the better of de Soto you might get hurt."
Bianca nodded and whisked a couple of tears away with her knuckles. "I need to get fixed up before I go out into the street again."
"Right, I'll help patch you up. Now go and take a shower, and I'll take a whisk broom to that dress."
The high-heeled shoes were kicked off and the dress shoved down. Evi was alarmed.
"Wait I Can't you remove your things in the bathroom?"
"What difference does it make? We're both women, and what more is there left of me to see?" Bianca's superb breasts, ivory-textured and hemispheric, jiggled slightly as she approached the younger girl.
"Amazing! I thought I was big! They are almost impossible to believe." Evi's lips compressed to a thin line.
"And yours, my dear?" Smiling confidently, Bianca glanced at the girl's bared breasts, seeing the twin melons, widely-spaced, deep-chasmed, slowly rise and fall with each breath. "Certainly you and I are the same size."
"No, not at all." Evi was younger than the blonde by several years while her breasts might be equal in volume, the other woman's appeared stronger. Her own globes, heavy as they were, sagged slightly while Bianca's were bold and arrogant in their tilt. "Compared to yours, mine are like a middle-aged woman's.
"We're alike, you and I, just the sort of girls who should be companions together." Bianca's hands glided over the girl's shoulders, pulling her off balance. "You can't imagine how long I've waited for someone like you."
There was barely time to see the girl's eyes, narrowed and shining, then the rubbery love-buds were trailing along Evi's chest and she was clutched in a savage embrace with Bianca's pulsing mouth shutting off all protests.
Evi uttered a moan. She shuddered at the furious lashing the woman's slippery tongue gave her, before she yielded, before raw lust slammed at her, she broke free.
"No, no, I am not a lesbian. I ... ohhh God, why did you do that? You bitch, you utter bitch! You came here to seduce me."
Again she glimpsed the huge, bobbing mounds. Fascinated, her head swarming, her blood bubbling, her lips still smarting from the hot kiss, she understood what tumultuous passion the sight of those overdeveloped tits could arouse.
That smooth-textured, robust body; ahh God, but her lust was fermenting with the rising fires within her. The taste of that brief kiss, so tormenting, embraced her.
First her brother, now this lesbian! Then her guilt paled, and Evi found herself yielding, a captive to that hot, passionate, lust-provoking blonde with those tremendous tits. It was abnormal, sheer perversion if she succumbed to the girl, but ... what the hell!
Bianca, smiling, reentered the room, her face freshly scrubbed, her blonde hair wet, pasted to her gleaming shoulders. Around her middle was a huge bath towel, shaped by the opulently rounded body, ending just above the knees and just on the crest of the bursting breasts.
"Clean and ... the beautiful blonde's lower lips fell. "Say!"
"Yes, I am nude and ready for you." Evi stood tall and proud, the pajama bottoms lying before her feet. "Why waste time sparring since you came for only one thing, and I've decided to give it to you."
"Ohh, yes, now you're making sense." Bianca began to weave from side to side, flapping the ends of the towel about her sinewy thighs.
"Take me, do what you want to me, finger my cunt, eat it out, jam something into my asshole. Anything! Everything!" Evi squeezed her eyes shut and when she opened them, her vision blurred by sudden tears, the blonde was there, within reach.
Without thinking, her mouth fitted over Bianca's fusing in sensual delight to the hot unrouged mouth, so tasty, so demanding, so clinging.
"Mmmmm! Can you kiss! How many men have you ruined with those lips and that tongue?"
"Bianca, Bianca, my darling, my love!"
Evi trembled under the whiplash of a strange emotion. She smarted from the feel of the powerfully constructed breasts mashing against her globes and the quick, beating fingers tapping messages on the flushed flesh of her waist.
"Just wait until you see what I can do to you, my girl. Are you going to be happy!"
"I believe you, my darling, and I hope I can make you happy too." Evi slid her tongue into the valley dividing the blonde's sumptuous breasts, mopping up the few soapy drops lingering there. Her opened mouth went sliding over the squirming body, tasting the tantalizing flesh, while her nostrils inhaled a burning fragrance that drove her crazy. "Ahhh, do you taste good, do you smell good!"
"Go down on me."
That s exactly what I'm going to do. I am going to eat your lovely pussy out!"
Her hands gripped the firm buttocks tensely, and Evi dazedly imagined that the bubble-mounds were melting against the heat of her palms. Down she drifted, down along the unblemished plains of the silken belly to the thighs, those hefty, sun-smoked columns ornamented at their juncture by the medallion of snarled blondish hair.
"Ow! Don't bite me, do not bite me. Eeeee, you tongue, Jeeezuz God, you put something on the tip of it, ooooh yes, you did!" A variety of wild colors burst in the air, and there was a tremendous roaring in the blond girl's brain.
Evi's tongue explored, causing stuff to ooze along the velvety walls of Bianca's insides. A throaty groan emerged and her eyes flew about, seeing nothing. She wiggled and rubbed her firm thighs across the other woman's face, exciting her all the more, offering the intimacy of her vagina.
"Stick it all the way in!" The lust simmering within her now came to a boil, and Bianca hissed sharply, arching her back to encourage a bolder visit by the girl's tongue.
Evi licked, flicked and whipped, her tongue circling the tiny button, slashing at the trembling cunt lips and tap-dancing down the halls. She sucked out wetness, tossed in a ball of saliva and painted the lips, long as they were, from bottom to top with spittle.
"Oooooh, you bitch, what are you doing down there? Ahhh, my poor pussy!"
The softness between her legs gave up cream as the girl's tongue danced and twirled and glided within, making Bianca dream an impossible dream.
"Aghhh, agghhh! That juice, that flesh, that hole!" Evi was straight out of the pre-civilized era, a Neanderthal beast, tongue circling within Bianca's pussy, enjoying that taste of vaginal lips, clitoris, and wet bush.
Bianca, flinging her ass about in a growing frenzy, squeezed out a long come, her trembling cunt lips tightening to catch the fleeing tongue. Then, with something in her loins out of control, she threw her legs wide open and yelled:
"Evi, Evi, ooohh Evi, you pussy eater!"
"Yes, you dyke! I ate your pussy, but I'm not finished eating it yet!"
The lovely Evi's tongue was a blade of wet fire, stabbing the pulsating snatch and curling to lap up the bubbling joy-juice. Bianca's body froze and then thawed. Finally a very worn-out Evi curled up between her limp legs, her head resting against the organ she had munched on.
That evening Bianca told de Soto all about her lesbian adventure with Jackie's sister. "A dream of a bitch! Going down on her and then having her go down on me was treat. I am here to tell you that I enjoyed that turn-on better than if I was spreading for a man."
"Really?"
"Fact. That's why I don't know what in hell I'm doing here with you, you bastard."
"Because you'll fuck anything that crawls, my dear Bianca."
They were in bed, Bianca still bright-eyed from her adventure and the tantalizing odor of her vagina floating up into the playboy's nostrils. The smell of her lusty turn with Evi lingered, keeping her memory fresh. She arched, throwing up her magnificent breasts.
"You ought to see the boobs on that Evi."
Tell me. De Soto ran his finger down her thigh. Can I meet her? Can't you sort of bring her around to this place."
Bianca shivered as he played with her breasts, those tremendous, juicy melons. "What for, so you can shove you overused sausage into her?"
"Perhaps for show, something I can watch. You know, you two wrestling and me the spectator. Or ... perhaps for a bit of bondage."
"Ah hah, you are a prick!"
"Yes," he growled, "and that's what you'll get now."
She was too dry to be taken and his fat cylinder pained her. Bianca screamed as her employer and lover forced his solid rock of a penis into her swelled out but too-tight hole. "Yoweeeeee!"
"Quiet, you prostitute!" His massive weapon lunged in and out of the blonde's loveslit.
In three-quarters of a minute, passion came to Bianca, and it boiled, forcing her big ass to rotate and meet his rise and fall. "Ohhh, yes, yes, I am a prostitute, a woman spreading for any and all! Yes, yes, yes!"
She climaxed first while he thundered on, getting the most out of her rapid undulations. Then when she was screaming out her second climax, his penis, red-hot, gave a last sadistic jab and shot.
CHAPTER TEN
After the lesbian episode with the beautiful but vicious Bianca, Evi behaved in a strange manner and resisted all of her brother's advances. Jackie had never known his sister to be moody or temperamental and wondered if something had gone wrong on her vacation. His questions received negative replies and he noticed that she was reluctant to go anywhere or do anything except sit in the house, reading and watching television. Once, when he said in passing that negotiations for de Soto to meet some newsmen were under way, Evi brightened.
"Will there be a party?"
"Of course. Newshounds are a thirsty lot and they'll march as a pack toward free booze, de Soto's got it made from here on in. No problems at all. I've notified as many journalists as I could and the stuff I wrote will be passed on."
"So it should be a super party then. Will Bianca be there?"
"Catch that whore not going. Of course."
"What about you?"
"I've had enough of that crew, that Bechi and de Soto and especially Bianca. No, yours truly remains out."
"Jackie! I'd like to go to a party."
"Then I'll dig up one. I don't want you within a thousand feet of that trio."
Thinking some entertainment might pull her out of her mood, Jackie forced her to get up and follow him to a discotheque. Evi was like a somnambulist, moving in sleepwalker fashion, simply obeying her brother's orders. They danced in a warm club that was crowed with couples shuffling to blues. The music played by the five-piece orchestra was slow, almost lazy, controlling the melting motions of the dancers. It was young crowd, but Jackie felt in no way linked to these kids who crawled to the wail of the band. But Evi had brightened and after two hours of drink and whirling began to provoke him with her curved, luscious body. At last the mood of several days was gone and Jackie felt the return of sensation.
Evi was back in form, he hoped; maybe she'd want to fuck again. Perhaps not tonight, but a little fooling around tomorrow might find his bar resting in the cream-oozing hole again. Whew, would that keep him living!
He noticed that his sister's eyes, with a slow calmness, were studying him, moving down from his forehead to his mouth. She pressed in closer, bringing her stomach and thighs against his, and uttered an exclamation of surprise, shocked to find him so stimulated.
"Man, are you hard! Did I do that to you?"
"Well, I didn't do it to myself."
He listened to the music, seeking distraction, hoping that his erection would fade. But Evi hummed along with the melody, raised a leg and locked one of her burning thighs around his. The sparks developing in the depths of his innards glowed. Each undulation of her hips, each twist of her vise-like thighs caused the flame to surge higher.
He was hot, caught in the sex trap. His hands slid down her broad back to cup her buttocks, to fondle the full mounds and feel the quivering muscles. The movement of her flesh kindled his imagination so that he saw her naked, working under him. Grasping each revolving cheek, he bore in until she gasped.
Her eyes were now very soft, her lips open and wet. "Are you tired?"
"No."
"Your heart is beating." Her hand slid between their tightly joined bodies and found his hard, erect penis. "Good, because you can't screw me if you're tired."
She gave him her mouth, yielding a very long kiss, filled with heat yet at the same time quite delicate. His lips opened, his tongue tip dueled with hers. Suddenly, she bit him.
The air was trapped in his throat and his heart refused to slow to a less frightening beat. When he slipped his hand under her sweater, the soft skin of her stomach, he discovered, was warmly damp. She forced her thighs against him to communicate her feelings.
"I'm going to bang the ass off you!" There was a buzzing in his ears. The odor of her perfume and skin was persuasive and pungent. Her fingers crawled over him like bugs. The press and glide of her thighs had him turned on.
"Well ... where'll you bang my ass off? Here, in the streets, or at home?"
"C'mon, we're getting out of here."
Evi backed off and pivoted to shoulder her way through the dancers. As she mounted the stairs, he checked out the effortless glide, the resilient stretch of her thighs, the buoyant sway of her ass, the natural grace of her movements. There was just the right jut to her sleek posterior. The taut jeans rippled as the long, hard muscles of her thighs worked.
The cool air was refreshing after the acrid odors of the disco club. Noise was everywhere: kids carrying transistor radios, music from passing cars, jazz blaring from nearby bars. Evi slid her arm around her brother's waist, and thigh against thigh, walked in step with him.
They mingled with a crowd moving down a wide street that was now blanketed by darkness. His sister had such an erotic way about her. The wanton sway of her ass, the burning touch of her breast against his arm ... ohh, man, he was terribly aroused.
In the hall of his apartment building, he pushed Evi against the wall and caressed her eagerly. She submitted hotly with her head thrown back and her eyes tightly closed. His rough, searching hands found the sizable breasts, covered them and closed down hard.
Evi moaned and gave her brother a moist and burning kiss. Jackie's grip relaxed and he let her tongue lash about and score the walls of his mouth. "No, no," he pulled back, "hold it! You're more worked up than I am."
In the dark, musty hallway Jackie switched on the lights. They climbed the stairs and found two notes stuck to his door. One was from Bechi, the other from Bianca.
As they entered the apartment, Evi asked: "What'll you do about those two?"
They're bugging me to attend that damned party I set up for de Soto. I'll go, I guess, but I don't want to have anything to with that bitch, Bianca."
"Jackie ... will you take me?"
He was about to say no, but his hand, lingering on her thigh, explored the round, stone-firm leg, down to the hard calves and back up, and he thought: shell break my back tonight. Evi rubbed her body against his, took his face between her rather large hands and kissed him.
"Take me to the party."
"All right." He began to take off his clothes. The same odors he had inhaled in the disco club, perfume and damp skin, floated about the bedroom. He heard her jeans drop and watched her, all bent for ward, long legs spread for balance as she strained to rid her upper torso of the woolen sweater.
His eyes darted from breast to buttock, hip to waist, always astonished by his dynamically curved sister. He maintained his downward gaze, eyes caressing Evi's flat belly, gliding along the substantial thighs, so tanned and round, abounding in firm flesh, and traveling down the perfectly shaped legs.
"What a body! That ass!"
Evi turned to show the slightly large behind, each globe smooth and browned and jutting. Then to end the examination, she turned once more, letting him see the breasts that were melon sized, filled out and quite wide at the base with reddish areolas. She arched to let him see all of her enticing curves. Then:
"I am waiting!"
As she stood there, smiling, the slight scraping sound of her thighs rubbing one against the other had his nerve ends tingling. His lust was a pot simmering too long over the fire and he pitched her into the bed. He was a beast bending over her, tasting the tips of her breasts. And under him, Evi sighed and spread her long thighs apart. Then, she reared up, two fingers holding his penis, and strained all her muscles to hold the position, threading him inside her.
"Oof! Baby, you're not wet enough!"
Evi was still too tight, her entrance barely large enough to admit a pencil. But Jackie pressed forward, jamming as much of his instrument as he could into the opening, and his sister went back, bringing him down with her.
"God, are you huge tonight ... did I do that ... to you? Ow, ow, owwwwieeee! It's scraping the walls of my pussy."
The blood had left the girl's face, but, then, with a slight whine, she heaved up in unison with his first tentative motions. He was gentle, urging her to move in a slow but regular cadence. He held on to the globes of her ass as the repeated rise and fall caused their bodies to clash, glide and clash again. "You're fucking better than ever tonight."
Evi assured her brother that she was all woman. She told him that he was taking her in too gentle a manner, that she was able to take everything he was capable of giving. Or: "Have you forgotten?"
"Okay. Let's see."
We'll try it like this." She strained upward, shifting until her breasts flattened against his chest. Her thighs, sliding along his muscled torso, rose clear up to his armpits. She was thus able to provoke him to a more vigorous battering, and this lifted her to a pitch of joy that was hardly bearable.
"Where'd you learn that, Evi? Huh? What a prick-twisting movement!"
"Ohhh, Jackie, like this it's ... ahhh, oohhh, ahhh, I might come!"
"Might?"
I m coming!" She let out a deep sigh as flame radiated to every part of her squirming body.
Now Jackie grasped the mounds of her ass harshly and squeezed them until she cried out. But she still harmonized with him, urging him to screw her hard, shouting: "Even if I climax ... I want more ... more than one!"
His penis was stinging her, each fierce strike scalding her, but at the last second, she employed a speedy pace, churning her hips, and came. "Ahhhhh ... ooohhh ... ahh hahh!"
Tonight Jackie was too potent, too durable, and again he brought her to the peak of desire. She yelped as the juice burst from her slit and her arms left his body to beat on the bed like a bird's wings. The long, muscled thighs unlocked and she lay there, feeling the muscle pump in and out ferociously.
"Oooohhhhh!"
"And you'll get another and another come!" He jerked up and down in lust-tortured spasms.
He pulled out and rested on top of her, hearing her harsh breathing and feeling her dry lips peck at his face. Gently, he fingered the heat and moistness in her vagina and slowly, taking his time, worked his instrument back in. A quarter of the prick went in. Then half. Finally, he submerged himself totally, and Evi, in a smooth, liquid action, lay back.
"Make me come again, Jackie, please!"
"Come, don't talk, Let's just do it slowly. Do you hear, slowly."
Wordlessly and slowly, as he had instructed, they began the familiar movements. Up, down, up, down, and soon passion's firestorm was rocking the brother and sister. Now they were compelled to hold fast to each other as their lust caught and melted.
Evi's hips pumped to the throbbing beat of her heart. Jackie heard it, and felt his heart too, driving blood furiously through his system in a constant pulsing stream.
"Oh, oh, oh! Oh ... oh ... oooo!"
Her brother was fucking her so. Ahh, God, but how her brother could fuck! Evi's outcries left her winded and gasping; she bit into his hard shoulder. Now, her control was gone, she felt herself pitched in a tumbling rush toward her moment.
"See! You're coming again! See, see!" The big body of his sister was so strong, so alive, and as flexible as fine sword steel. How she moved, spinning her ass around like a whirlwind!
He felt himself coming, but she seemed able to prolong the bliss. Her orgasm should have left her in a floating state, but Evi now stirred up some reserved emotion and accelerated the movements of her luscious ass to a tremendous pace.
Jackie held tight to her ass, shuddering all the way and knowing he was about to relinquish all of his sanity. "Evi ... I can't ... baby, I can't hold out ... much ... longer. Your ass ... it's making me come!"
"Come!"
He dropped down to drown in the waters of sensuality, but gasping,, he surfaced once again just long enough to attempt a last, desperate flurry. But Evi slammed up, held the pose and, grinding her ass cheeks together, threaded her cunt down on the long, hard prick. This had him rising and falling brutally, and crying and shooting.
Even as he shot, Jackie cried: "Don't squeeze with your cunt! Don't!"
Evi's squeezings brought on another climax, and although her brother was a corpse on top of her, her organ pulsated within the well of her loins, bubbling out the hot, but flimsy juice of a come.
"I ... oooh I made it again. Ahhh ... I just want to die now!"
One last, firm pressure with the walls of her snatch and Jackie's penis, soft and shrunken, popped out. It wriggled, all limp and creamed over, down her vaginal bush.
He moaned: "I ... ahh, I can't get off you ... just yet. I'm dead!"
In that position, the brother atop his beloved sister, sleep was gained.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The afternoon Jackie forced his way through the mob of free-loading guests to find a place near one of the large windows. He spent some time looking down at the street, thinking that all this was just not going to work out. Maybe it was the air in this room, maybe it was drinking on an empty stomach; more likely it was the nauseatingly false smile of de Soto.
Few of the people who had accepted the invitation were journalists. The majority were hangers-on, expatriates and foreigners who had a pipeline to affairs of this sort. Jackie sipped his cocktail and looked with cynical eyes at de Soto, the center of attraction. Self-confidence, Jackie thought, was a fine thing, but that bastard actually believed he was great.
Tubby Bechi, wearing a chalk-striped suit and lavender, tie wandered over. A carnation was pinned in his buttonhole. Right now he looked more than ever before like what people took him to be: a pimp for a third-rate whorehouse. "A few people from the Embassy are here so it seems de Soto's visa is cinched."
"My good work." Jackie sipped his cocktail and eyed the ever present Bianca who was standing nearby. Her oversized breasts and buttocks were brought into prominence by a tight-fitting silk sheath.
"Yes, yes. But there are others here, men from film magazines. De Soto has no intention of entering films, my dear man."
"They are journalists, too." Jackie took a deep breath. "And de Soto better keep his hands off my sister."
"Ahh yes, your sister Evi is a lovely girl. De Soto is quite taken with her. Here they come."
De Soto had his arm possessively around Evi's slender waist. "Enjoying yourself at the party, Jackie?"
Jackie felt a twinge of jealousy. His sister's eyes shone with happiness and her lithe, curvaceous body was covered by a black cocktail dress that strained at the buttocks, and at the V-necked front where her tanned, globular breasts bubbled up.
"I want a word with you."
The playboy frowned. He straightened his shoulders under the grey flannel suit, made a pass at his black and very correct silk tie, then followed Jackie over to a sideboard where Bianca, now alone, mixed a batch of martinis.
"Yes?"
"Leave that young girl alone."
"Your sister is young, yes, but quite womanish." de Soto watched the rhythmic swing of Evi's delicious bottom.
"You'll kick your chances of a visa out the door."
"I think not. The Embassy officials were easy to deal with. I should have gone directly to them in the first place and not wasted time and money with you."
"Too late for that, friend. I did all the work."
"Agreed." De Soto indicated Bianca who appeared to be listening to every word. "You've been given more money and many chances at our golden girl here. So what more do you want?"
Jackie watched him walk away. "That son of a bitch!"
"Why are you so angry?"
He noticed the sheen of Bianca's hair, the sweep of her shoulders, the big buttocks and the round, provocative breasts. "Get off!"
"My, how you've changed. Is it due to money or ... another woman?" Bianca brushed against him so that he felt the warm contour of one breast. The lush comers of her mouth turned up as she took a step closer, her muscled buttocks working like oiled machinery. "Let's go to my room and talk this over."
Bianca, a healthy animal, ripe, fully matured, was confident of her charms. Her slanted eyes excited him, and even now he felt the urge to sink his teeth into her full, pouting lips. She took the glass from his hand, set it on the sideboard, and drew him away.
"Hey, don't fool around," he hissed. "People are watching us and I'm expected to move about, be a host along with Bechi and your playboy buddy de Soto."
"Come with me a minute, then you may return." Bianca smiled viciously and twisted the upper portion of her body, rubbing the big breasts across his chest.
"Stop that!"
"Ahhh, I will bet my Jackie is all big and hard. Good. My room is only a short distance from here."
His hands, hot and sticky, opened and closed continuously on her smooth, firm arms. "What we had before was a routine thing and there's not to be a repeat."
"So you say." Gradually Bianca's breath quickened until her big body trembled with desire. In seeking to arouse Jackie, she had aroused herself as well. She felt her nipples hardening and involuntarily her hand dropped to grip his manhood. "It's big!"
"Hey!" He eased her off. "Are you crazy?"
She just stood there, breasts heaving, eyes tightly closed. "My room, Jackie! Please!"
Maybe ... he sucked in his breath as she glided past, maybe no one would notice. A quickie, that's all, a few hops and he'd spill his seed and forget the moment. All right, why not? Jackie took his time backing out of the party room and went down the hall, turning every now and then. The door was open and she was there, naked in the dying light of the afternoon, her monstrous bosom shaking as the sizable hips tossed from side to side.
Lust attacked his senses, binding him. The odor of her perfume was ravishing. The way in which she flaunted her rubbery, plump ass and thrust her abundant breasts sent the old, burning current charging through his shaking body. All his zones of sensual vulnerability were opened.
He tried to think of Evi, but only recalled that his sister was out there dancing and drinking while this blond Amazon's boobs were shivering on her rib cage. Then Jackie saw sweat gleaming on her rolling belly, saw it twist into rivulets to dribble into the wedge of pubic hair. And-his hands flew at his clothing.
Bianca ran her fingers along his hard penis. She gripped the length, squeezed the tip and jerked her wrist. "This is mine, all mine for now."
They got into bed, the same bed where so many men had banged her senseless, and Jackie grabbed the bulging globes of delicious flesh, tasted the pink nipples, so rubbery and rough, then went down to offer a kiss to her stomach.
Bianca's legs splayed, her thrashing buttocks punished the bedsheet, and then he went in, shoving his prick into the prison of delight. Her legs went straight up, cords of muscle rippling along them and she released an anguished cry.
He was ripping her apart, ignoring her shrill screams because he was determined on a lusty assault. As she ground her buttocks, he lunged with all of his strength as if in vengeance, paying her back for all her former ill treatment of him.
Her thighs bruised his ribs, for she was attempting to crush him flat. But he kept up the hammering pace, occasionally pausing to blot up the sweat in the deep cleavage of her sumptuous bosom with his kisses. He had this fucking bitch in agony. Ahhh, yes, yes, her ass belonged to him.
"Oooohhh, no, ooooh, no!" Bianca threw up her rotund ass in a slow, but definitely circular motion. He was going about it steadily, but she wanted her climax now, this second. Avidly she bounded up, meeting each of his downward thrusts and at last she had it, now, now, now!
"You popping off, baby?"
"Yessss!"
Jackie quickened his lunges, his hands clinging more avidly to her pumping ass. She was flinging her golden hair about and sobbing as she climaxed, but he went on wordlessly. His breath steamed, his eyes misted, and he started to shoot.
"Right on target, baby!"
"Jackie, Jackie!"
The tremors of the orgasm went from the shoulders to the hips, making her undulate her buttocks even more rapidly. Then, with his juice spurting into her slit, Bianca pounded her doubled fists on Jackie's trembling back for the last time.
It was fully a quarter of an hour before Jackie could rise. As he rolled away, Bianca's mashed breasts sprang back into shape. Her dark blond hair was as wild as a wind-driven bush, her beautiful face tight and her nostrils pinched.
"You are good, Jackie, believe me. If I were another type of woman, I'd ask you to live with me. But as it is, I've got to change men constantly."
"Because you're a whore. It's as simple as that." He hopped about the room like a runner after a race, flexing his arms and legs.
Bianca was pulling the tight-fitting dress over her damp body. Afterward, she ran her fingers through the tangled hair. "There! Now I am ready once again to face the world."
"I wish I could." He buttoned his shirt and slipped into his pants. "An action like this leaves me dead."
She opened the door. "Let me go out first to rejoin the guests. Later on tonight, we can be alone."
It had been the easiest thing in the world for de Soto to lure Evi into his leather-padded chamber. When he pulled her into his arms for a kiss he found her mouth to be warm and eager. But when he fumbled for her breasts and massaged the hard, rubbery globes, young Evi's lovely body was racked by shudders.
"Ahhh, but these things are big!" His hands moulded the immense swellings, titillating the girl's senses. He took nips at her soft ear lobes, passed his lips along her throat, and licked on the pulse there.
Evi writhed and moaned while the blood bound ed and rushed through her veins. She wanted to protest and could not; in fact her mind floated off when the playboy gathered her quaking length and lowered her onto the leather sofa.
De Soto hurriedly closed the door, locked it, and with trembling hands lighted some candles. Evi sank down on her side with a sigh as he tugged down the zipper of her dress. His mouth went to hers, his tongue forcing her lips open, and his hands gently peeled the garment from her wriggling shoulders.
Evi stiffened, planted her feet in the sofa, and reared up in an attempt to escape. But the movement only aided an experienced seducer like de Soto. With one yank he had pulled the dress down over her hips, past her thighs and free of her feet.
She was almost nude, the black silk panties barely covering the swell of her belly. He was undressing, disrobing so easily, confident that she would not rise and race from the room.
"Do you know what you're going to get in the way of happiness? Look!" He pointed down at his penis, an erect bar of flesh with a rosebud tip.
Evi was alternating between fear and anger. "You bastard," she started to say, but he was quick to grasp her and slide his palms along her bared shoulders.
He talked of love at first sight, of adoration and beauty and a willingness to mend his playboy ways. His soft words combined with the alcohol in her system, and the atmosphere softened Evi. She allowed herself to pulled into his arms. The stroking of her large, hard-tipped breasts stoked her passion, readying her for sex.
De Soto pushed the globes in. "Bianca has breasts you know, like boulders, But what you have! Ahhh, besides, you are younger, so your tits are newer." The breasts he adored, much too large for her frame, sprang free of his hands, quivering. He studied them, thinking these globes were so opulent and thick-nippled and-again he pulled the succulent sunburned mounds-as resilient as rubber.
Evi's head was swimming. She swallowed and closed her eyes. "Please try to be careful!"
She was going to give her body to him, she knew, but her conscience still pricked her. In order to lose all sense of resistance, she offered her lips for a burning and passionate kiss. Her young arms coiled around his neck.
The girl's mouth tasted so sweet! Ahh, but this was going to be a lovely fuck! De Soto's hot, pulsing mouth roamed along the soft flesh of her cheeks, and along the tilt of her nose. His tongue left a dab of heat on each of her closed eyelids and, finally, fastened hungrily on the shapely lips again.
The kiss was long, and when he released her, she willingly arched so that he could roll the black panties down over the firm, finely curved buttocks. Again he paused to enjoy the feel of that hot ass! Ahhh, how his fingertips tingled! Truly a hot ass, the well proportioned cheeks so ripe, browned and burning under his palms.
"Ohh, I...." Evi whined as sensuality stirred within her taut breasts. Her hands encompassed the twin globes to stroke them tenderly. Her nipples ached so! They were hard, rigid, seeming to strain away from their base.
"Your nipples, my dear, ahh, how big they are now!"
"Ooooh, touch me there! Please touch me there quickly because it hints ... ahhh, my heavens ... what a hurt!"
He touched the hurting nipples to please Evi. His mouth calmed her with another kiss. She was shivering so that her lips trembled under his. He shot the tip of his tongue into the comers of her quivering mouth, from side to side, dancing it along the cushiony lower lip on the way.
"There, there, my dream! Calm down and it'll be better for you. And me!" His tongue lashed her ear, until groaning, Evi relaxed her thighs.
Willingly, she clutched the offered penis and moved the rounded tip up and down her thigh. Her bosom rose and fell as she weighed the sack of balls in her hand, then grasped the big, hot, heavy prick. "I'm wet enough now, put it in!"
Evi knew she was wanton creature who slept with her brother and made love to a lesbian and took on strangers, but now she didn't care. She swooned against de Soto, losing all sense of reality as he arranged her on the sofa. The leather against her bare back was chilling, and she squealed.
De Soto feared he might explode too quickly with this girl. She was such a delicious number that the very moment he entered her cunt he would come. It called for a little fingering now so that she'd be brought along with him step by step. His hand followed the curve of her thigh to the warm center of her swirling desire. The hair there was soft, silky, the slit heated. His finger dipped in and Evi shook spasmodically, lashing out with her long legs.
She screamed when he sent his finger in and out, but he was jabbing to the rhythm of her twisting hips, sustaining an easy tempo, and Evi knew she was going to climax. She clapped a hand over her eyes, fell back and arched. "Oooohhhh!"
He felt the flow on his finger and the fluttering of her cunt walls. "And I thought I would be the premature ejaculator."
"It ... it happens with me like that. Oh God, ooohh God!"
"Now, my darling, just raise that super ass up slightly, just a bit now!"
His hand slid to her pulsing buttocks, the palms reveling in the warm, satiny feel of her skin. He was conscious, as the blood roared in his arteries, that Evi's luxurious thighs were widely parted, and that the hairy cleft at the juncture was glistening wet.
Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as he balanced himself on the cushion of her belly. With his stiff penis boring against the fluttering vaginal lips and his hands bringing up the knotted, muscled ass, de Soto had to score a direct hit.
"God help me!" Evi's eyes popped open in her head. His entrance was so forceful, the heavy prick peeling back the vaginal lips to drive in like a high powered drill.
"A girl of your size with such a small cunt!" He gathered himself for a brutal lunge and slammed all the way in so that their pubic hairs knotted together.
"Ow!" Evi screamed, the leather-padded walls echoing her pain. She rose up, battering against him with her young body, twisting her ass violently. He went on and on, his fingers lacerating the grinding ass-cheeks, even though the half-passionate wail escaping her throat evolved into a desperate cry.
"The tightest pussy I have ever had!"
"Ow ... ow ... ow! Stop ... you are too big! Ohhh, God ... I cannot take any more of that prick!"
"You will take it and take more and ... ahhh, you vicious girl, you, don't spin that ass so much. It makes me wild!"
Instinctively she pumped her ass up, eliciting another groan from de Soto. She arched under him, agonized by his driving brutality, and heard him cry out. Now, realizing that her skill was a means of easing the pain, Evi sucked in her belly and hammered up with her ass, giving a double blow to his loins. Her strong legs encircled his waist and she applied pressure. Her loins blazed, sparks stung her groin, but she put her cunt muscles to use. Each time that he tried to withdraw, her walls tightened about his prick.
"No, no, don't strip the skin from my penis, you young bitch, don't skin me raw!"
She couldn't answer, for all pain was gone due to a wild thrill surging along her spine. It raced from between her shoulder blades to the division of her twisting ass. "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Her hips began to undulate in a constant rhythm matching de Soto's final, frantic motions.
"Shit!" His penis emptied itself, a hot jet of come. "Stay in me, please!" She fought to hold him, but de Soto pulled out, shook his head to clear it, and got off the leather sofa.
The upper portion of Evi's body with its great, round breasts was still, but her hips thrashed, bringing into play the muscles of her long, youthful thighs. Her eyes were round with surprise and a hoarse breath gushed from her trembling lips.
"Please come back. If you put yourself into me for just a few seconds more, I'll make it."
De Soto went behind a leather screen and used the washbasin. "I imagined that you would be hysterical, but you cooperated beautifully. Strange, but I seldom have a swift ejaculation. What a cunt you possess!"
Evi raised herself up on one elbow and tossed her disheveled hair back. "You're leaving me like this, unfulfilled?"
"I fingered you, didn't I? And you came."
She slid from the sofa and approached him. Her breasts ached and her vaginal lips pulsed hurtingly. "You call yourself a man? You dirty cocksucker!"
He slapped her. Evi spun away, landing against a wall. He advanced with a raised hand and she shrank. He struck out again, but the girl was young and agile and managed to avoid the slaps at every turn. But as she dodged and darted she tripped, landing on the tiled floor. Her head hit with a smack and lights burst in her brain.
De Soto straddled the semi-conscious girl and went to work on her ass, slapping the sun browned fullness. She tried to twist under him and her movements caused his eyes to brighten. He continued to spank her buttocks, his palms whacking the bouncing spheres.
"Ahhh, look, look how my hands change the color of that ass!"
"No, no, nooooo!"
"Wait until you discover my next trick, you bitch! Just wait!"
"Please!"
"Bianca told me how easy it was to seduce you. That's one time that prostitute told the truth. You have been sleeping with your brother too, eh? That two-bit journalist, living a hand-to-mouth existence. Between your brother and that whore in my employ, you have really become a piece of worthless baggage."
"Leave me alone!" She felt herself being picked up and dragged along the tiled floor. "I gave myself to you."
De Soto worked rapidly to secure her hands and hoist her upright. There was the clank of metal and the hiss of a rope sliding along a steel roller, and Evi felt her sweating body eased off his. He was going to let her go at last. Ahhh, God, never again would she become involved with another man. Then-"ohhh, no, no, what are you doing?"
He had her tied up, oohh, the dirty motherfucker had her tied to a hook that was suspended from the ceiling. Evi followed the rise of her beautifully shaped arms to see the strap encircling her wrists, keeping her palms pasted together. A rope connected to the strap was looped through the metallic hook, and, much as she yanked, the damned thing could not be pulled out.
De Soto had a humming vibrator in his hand, a flesh-covered cylinder that resembled a man's penis, even to its having a balled tip at the end. It hummed like a bee as he drew nearer. Evi shivered. "No, no, no!"
The playboy delighted in the way she stood on tiptoes and swung her edible ass like a pendulum. But he wrapped an arm around one of her long, hard thighs to steady her, and, stepping away so that her bush-covered slit was exposed, brought the hand holding the vibrator up.
"There!"
Evi screamed! The thing, coated with vaseline went right into her vagina, peeling the lips back, parting the velvety walls and stretching her, enlarging her hole, hurting her tender insides.
"Yow!"
De Soto kept the vibrator firmly imbedded, hearing its somewhat muted throb, and sank his teeth into the squirming balls of her ass. He bit hard and bit again, not only at the lower swells of the cheeks, but above, where the mounds curved into the small of Evi's back.
As that ass twisted, joy-juice spilled down the length of the vibrator, leaking onto de Soto's hand. Great gobs of the stuff, almost milk-white,-, some drops thin, others thick and creamy in consistency.
"What is in you !" He gasped. "It won't stop coming out! Can you come!"
Evi's ass gave a final rotation and then she sagged, blacking out. When de Soto pulled the vibrator from her stretched cunt, the dazed girl didn't even feel it. He half-knelt, his ear close to her wetted-down pubic hairs, to catch the gurgle of the last come drops within and to hear the snap as the vaginal walls shrank in size.
He tossed the vibrator into a corner, snatched a towel from the rack to mop perspiration from his tired body, and donned a robe. A turn of the key snapped the lock open and he stuck his head outside. The hallway was dark and smelled strongly of-what was it? de Soto wrinkled his nose. Of course, hashish. The decent guests must have gone and those remaining behind were turning on.
"Bechi!"
Instantly the tubby little man appeared. A towel was wrapped about his middle, hiding his loins and wobbly ass. "Ahh, what are you up to!" He came forward grinning, but de Soto would not allow him in the private chamber.
"I've got that bastard's sister in there."
"That beautiful girl? Evi?"
"Get Bianca."
"But she's with Jackie, fucking for him." Bechi tried to look past his boss and view the trussed-up Evi.
"I don't care if she's fucking for the devil. Get Bianca!"
As he turned away, Bechi gleefully, stated: "It's an orgy in the front room. More screwing going on than you've ever seen. And there's not only marijuana and hash but cocaine too!"
"Get Bianca!"
Evi came to in-time to hear the raucous beat of hot rock blasting from the loudspeakers located throughout the vast apartment. Then the beat was muted as the leather-padded door closed. Her eyelids flickered and she moaned, requesting some water.
Bianca walked around the dangling, beautifully shaped Evi and placed several hot, openmouthed kisses upon the perfect hemispheres of the rounded ass. The odor emanating from Evi's cunt was heady, and when Bianca tenderly touched the soft vagina, she noticed that the clitoris was erect.
Surprised, she turned to de Soto, but the latter, seated on the couch, holding his penis, urged her to go on. "Eat her, finger her, do something to make my blood boil and make me hard."
"A pretty pussy isn't it? One of the best I've ever seen." Bianca stroked the soft but quite wet mound. Ahh, it was so furry and the vulva was so moist. She slid a finger between the lips and saw Evi's marvelous ass tense. A tremor shook that hanging body and then the flattish belly rippled.
"More Bianca, more!" De Soto's .phallus sprang to life, regaining its gigantic shape. Silently, he began to jerk off.
Evi, fully conscious now, looked down upon Bianca's gleaming head. The bitch was spreading her thighs and putting her mouth where her finger had been, on her muff. "No, you fucking bitch! Get your damned mouth away!"
De Soto, whacking off steadily, shouted: "Eat her! Chew that pussy up!"
Bianca licked and nibbled the vaginal lips; she sent her tongue into the depths, tasting the mucus. Evi's legs flew out, her ass twisted and bobbed, and her clit, the center of sensation, tightened. The orgasm came upon her in seconds, flinging her about unmercifully.
"Yowwwww!"
"Cut her down, cut her down! I'm getting too wild." De Soto sprang up, his massive organ trembling in the candlelight.
Evi, freed at last felt her body being twisted about, and when she opened her eyes, it was to see that Bianca was under her, chewing on her pulsating vagina while her head was secured between Bianca's legs. She tried to jerk up, but strong hands pushed her buttocks down, and then-there was pain!
"Eeeeeee!" She howled and howled.
De Soto was splitting the cheeks of the girl's ass to find the orifice. There it was, small and puckered, and the head of his member pressed in a bit. It pushed, opening up a trail. Another shove and penetration was partially completed.
Evi could only moan and allowed her head to droop, her opened mouth engaging the bitch Bianca's furry cunt. Underneath her, Bianca was enjoying herself, sliding her tongue in and out of the captured pussy, swallowing its drippings.
It was a game without end; de Soto's full length thrusting back and forth, filling her asshole with spunk while Bianca's tongue swept savagely to and fro within the hurting cunt. Evi had no alternative but to submerge her tongue in Bianca's opening and lap her to orgasm.
The groans, no two alike, filled the air. Then the man's seed spilled over the finely curved buttocks to trickle hotly down Evi's thighs into Bianca's face. Bianca blinked, made a last bite into the tender vagina, and slammed her head back. She had come seconds before, a twisting and painful orgasm.
Somehow Evi got to her feet. She expected to be stopped, but Bianca remained on the floor, moaning, while de Soto, kneeling, with his manhood shrunk to normal size, only grinned at her. Evi staggered to the door, unlocked it and stumbled out into the hall directly into her brother's arms.
"Jackie, Jackie, help me!"
He held her wet, shivering body in his arms, and as his hands slid down to the perspiring buttocks, his fingertips encountered hot semen. "Who was it," he shouted into her face. "De Soto?"
"And ... and Bianca."
"What!" He tried to push her away and spring into the dark room to batter the two pigs, but his sister held him tightly.
"No, no, please Jackie, it was my fault too. I went willingly."
He carried his hurting sister into a bathroom, stood her under the shower, and turned the taps on, washing the near-hysteria from her wide eyes and the redness from her beautifully contoured rump.
"That cocksucker, I'm going to nail him." Jackie took a towel to dry his sister. Somehow he expected her body to be changed, to show the result of tonight's experience, but the flawless breasts still tilted and the rounded ass was again a shining tan.
"Take me home."
"You're getting there. Then I'll make some calls, to every journalist and police station. They'll be damned interested in de Soto's orgy."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jackie led his sister downstairs, wrapped his jacket about her naked body, flagged down a taxi, and put her, shivering and crying, into the rear seat. He pressed money into the driver's hand. "She lost her dress up there, Mac. Do me a favor and try to get her home without any trouble, okay."
"Where the hell did you people come from, an orgy?"
That's exactly what it was." Jackie waited until the cab pulled away from the curb, then he closeted himself in a telephone booth on the corner.
Twenty minutes after he had made his calls to respectable journalists, people who'd have nothing to do with the likes of de Soto, he heard the scream of sirens. Newspapermen, photographers and a wagonload of policemen converged on the swank apartment building.
Jackie watched the parade, seeing guests in various stages of undress sprint from the building like rabbits. Bystanders hurried to the scene to crowd around the entrance and block all activity from view.
There were cries of protest and snarls from the cops. Photographers snapped pictures right and left. As Jackie closed in for a better look, a couple of detectives dragged a man out. It was de Soto, dressed in an all-leather outfit like a motorcyclist. He slumped between the bulls, his wrists in steel handcuffs.
Bechi, almost naked except for a coat, came out next followed by the ever beautiful Bianca. Jackie looked at her, remembering how it had been with her, the feel of her body, the cries of passion, and then he quickly turned away.
Some minutes later he was home. De Soto would be released, he knew. There would be charges against him for the use of drugs and for holding an orgy, but they would not be strong enough to result in a prison sentence. The damaging thing would be the publicity. And that would cancel his visa.
Bechi would be blamed for picking the wrong guy to handle his public relations. The wanton Bianca would be punished too. De Soto would revenge himself on both of them.
"Hello!"
His sister opened the door. Seemingly happy, she smiled as is nothing had gone wrong. He gazed admiringly at her swaying buttocks, then ran his eyes up the long legs with the bulging, muscular calves, to the naked, swinging ass.
"I put the skids under that cocksucker de Soto." Swiftly, he related his vengeance.
"He screwed me, you know, screwed me hard."
"Let's not talk about it."
"There was something with that girl too, Bianca." Jackie sucked in his breath. That would be just like Bianca, going down on another female. "What happened? Did she prove to you that sex with a woman is better than with a man?"
"She knew about us, Jackie."
"Well, I guess we're all dirty people, eh?"
Evi rushed at him and threw her strong arms about his neck. "I'll change my name so that it's different from yours, and we'll go away where no one knows us."
"Keep your name. People will think we're married." His mouth slid over her face to blend with her lips and to bring desire swiftly into play. At last he freed himself of the clinging mouth and removed his clothes.
In bed, his hands went searching and probing, finding her body firm and bursting with health and passion. She pulled him close and positioned herself to accept his instrument, all hard and ready. He stroked her thighs and edged his penis closer to the hair-covered slit. Sighing, she bucked upward with a hard toss of her hips, and he was captured, sucked into her hole.
Evi was not just a woman, but a slow-moving river covered with a film of oil that he was to set fire to. The blaze absorbed them both. He caressed the quivering rear, urging the hard cheeks to revolve. She clung to him with the full length of her unending legs, bouncing with frenzy until he coaxed her to a shower tempo. She was speeding up, her buttocks gyrating so wildly that he was unable to keep a grip on them. The sensation for the lovers was exquisitely delirious. Steeped in her flesh, aware that she was oscillating her entire body, he had to grind into her because each lunge and retreat left him floundering.
He bit his lips to hold in the sweet pain of lust. His hands squeezed the fantastic globes of her ass as he came. There was a strange expression on her face as she released a yelp, and her body arched like a drawn bowstring.
A last, tremendously brutal lunge by him and the girl, shaken by spasms, become uncoordinated. The climax splintered her and tears rolled down her cheeks into her mouth. She strained to support the male body that had collapsed, and then, broken, she fell back.
"No one," her voice was hoarse, "does it like us. We are made for each other."
