They say there are eight million stories in the naked city. Well, in most of 'em someone is screwing the hell out of someone else-or getting screwed. New York City is the goal of everyone who wants to make it in America, or make someone else. Take Broadway. Beautiful girls gravitate to the Great White Way, dreaming of stardom A fat cock awaits them. Fat and dripping and ready to punch into their cunts with our without provocation.
The talent agent is in the catbird seat. Foxes wind up on his doorstep, anxious to get into show business. He may be more interested in getting into their panties than getting them onto the stage. The casting couch wasn't invented in Hollywood; it existed in tiny talent agent offices around Times Square long before the motion picture camera was invented.
Cherry Pickens was new to the Big Apple. She was a small town girl who'd been voted most beautiful girl in her high school graduating class. Now eighteen, she'd come to New York to seek her fortune. The lavish decor of the talent agent's office impressed her from the moment she entered, and her jitters were turning to excited expectation.
Cherry wasn't sure what she was in for, but she sensed it was something absolutely terrific.
The only stage experience she had was a local production in her home town, but the local paper-published by her father-had raved about her performance. She had the review in her pocketbook. The tall auburn-haired beauty grew even more excited when she was ushered into the agent's inner office. She was tingling with excitement.
Mel was a suavely handsome young man. He rose from behind his desk and greeted the shapely young woman with an outstretched hand and a friendly smile. Cherry's heart fluttered and she felt a distinct dampening in her crotch. She knew she could go for this guy in a big way.
The young agent had her creaming at the crack.
Mel was one of the best talent agents on the East Coast, and as he welcomed the girl closer to his desk he sat back and appraised the beautiful showgirl. He asked her to show him her legs, and she obliged with a smile. He liked the shapely gams, as the girl raised her pretty dress. He liked what he saw ever more, however, when she hoisted the garment so high that she bared her naked pussy.
Cherry was so excited she didn't know what she was doing.
The young agent felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he perused the fine white flesh of the girl's thighs and the auburn-hued triangle of her pussy hair. She smiled at him, obviously anxious to please the famous talent agent and get herself onto his roll of clients. Besides, he was a good-looking guy, dapper in his three-piece suit as he came around to the front of his desk.
He was soon close to the girl, as she dropped her dress to cover the naked vee of her pussy. Then he was behind her, holding her close to him, and she could feel the hard lump at the crotch of his tight pants. She half-turned to look into his eyes, and she had to swallow hard and gasp for breath. Her box caught on fire.
Then they were kissing, French-kissing, as their tongues made hot contact. The girl felt weak with passion as she sat down on the edge of his desk. Mel joined her, admiring the broad expanse of thigh she exposed and the silken garter that crossed it. The sleek muscles rippled and settled into a delicious curve.
They spoke in low tones, and Cherry glanced down to see that his hard-on had now grown so long that it tented out the front of his pants. The sight thrilled her, made her blush and stammer, and she could not longer answer his questions. Embarrassed, she dropped a hand to his bulge and caressed it, then-seeing he was pleased-slid off the desk to a kneeling position on his carpeted floor to get a better look at that mighty engine of a prick that was painfully extending the cloth of his tight pants.
She undid the front of his trousers and brought out the thick, blue-veined dick that had been begging for release. Then she stroked the hard shaft, letting her fingertips slide up and down over the silken-textured skin, lingering on the velvety crowned head. She could hear Mel breathing harder above her, and she knew that she was pleasing him. That inspired her to slide her parted lips over the swollen tip of his dick, then work the whole throbbing thing into her mouth.
She began to suck away on his rod, giving him her best effort. She wanted to please this important man in the theatrical world, and besides-she was crazy about the handsome young guy. She filled her mouth and throat with his dick, puffing and sucking for all she was worth.
She had his nuts about to blow when he yanked his cock out of her mouth and stooped to take her by the shoulders. They rose, and he directed her towards his desk. Soon she was lying atop it, her dress disheveled, the top lowered to reveal one bobbing breast. The creamy skin almost had Mel creaming in his pants.
Mel had his suit jacket off in a trice and as he got around to the end of the desk he dropped his pants to his ankles. He was quickly pressed over her, fitting the thickened knob of his cock-head into the tight space between her cuntal lips.
He began to press forward with all his weight, and as the gorgeous redhead let out a moan of passion he thrust the whole length of his cock deeply into the hot insides of her twat. Then he was ramming it home to her, fucking the hell out of her tight young snatch. She was writhing and wriggling on the hard wooden desk top, thrashing from side to side as he pounded into her cunt. She screamed in pleasure and yelped in ecstasy then reached out to grab handfuls of his hair as she spiraled upward to a peak of passion and exploded with a wild orgasm.
Mel pulled his wet cock out of the torrid depths of her pussy when she slumped back on the desk with the culmination of her come. He didn't want to shoot off quite yet. There were too many more things he wanted to do to this fabulous auburn-tressed lovely. He removed his vest and the necktie he had already loosened, then kicked off his trousers and lay aside his natty dress shirt. Cherry had risen to one elbow on the desk now, returning to the land of the living after the wild experience of her climax. Excited at the vision of the naked young man, lean and muscular with a hard-on sticking straight out from his bush of sweat-dotted, curly pubic hair, she rose and hurriedly stripped off her dress.
She stood naked in front of the young talent agent now, with only a silky waist cincher to hold up her nylon stockings. The lucky guy looked her up and down, letting out a low wolf whistle. She was some fine piece of ass all right, and he was more certain than ever that there would be a place for her on his list of preferred clients.
He sat up on the desk, placing himself at the edge so that his rod stuck straight out over the side. The girl didn't need an invitation, and she was soon on her knees at his feet, slipping her lips over the bobbing head of his prick. She sucked him like crazy, going all the way down on the long rod of his dick.
As he looked down at her lovely face, her lips caressing the skin of his prick, he was already planning how to market this incredible talent. The first thing he needed would be some quality photographs of her, and for that he would simply usher her into the tiny photo studio he had set up in a room adjacent to his office.
Mel went to a wardrobe closet and brought out an incredible garment, it was a long, flowing robe of see-through gold lame, and he gave this to the girl to drape over herself. Cherry liked the thing right off, because it gave her a rather imperial feeling. That's what the agent wanted, and he ushered her into the small photo studio where a roll of red seamless paper had been lowered to provide a backdrop from some casting pictures. Then he got behind a camera that was already mounted on a tripod and began to give the girl directions.
Cherry took directions well, stepping about regally n her gold robe, then parting the thing in front to reveal her gorgeous body. She turned her back to the camera, brought the gold cloth aside and thrust out her finely shaped ass, as Mel snapped away with the camera. Then, at his direction, she knelt on one knee and flashed her pussy.
The guy's heart was beating faster as he snapped photo after photo, preparing a first-class composite for a showgirl or actress. At last the girl sat facing the camera, holding both legs up and wide apart to boldly reveal the glowing pink insides of her pussy. One last photo of that and the shooting session was over.
The two of them hurried into the back room, where the girl gasped out her feelings. She admitted to being wildly turned on by the nude posing session, and she just had to get her cookies off. The young talent agent was glad to oblige, as he showed her to a large sofa. He quickly had the girl lying on her back on that cozy couch between her legs, then brought his face closer, ever closer, to that wet pink slit that marked the cleft in her pussy mound.
He parted the outer cuntal lips with the tips of his fingers and paused to examine the glistening, moist pink inner flesh. The inner lips of her pussy were like the petals of a rose, fine and soft and quivering. He opened the cunt further, gaped into the deep hole, saw the fleshy hood that covered the clit where the lips met. Then he thrust out his tongue and began to drive the girl crazy with pleasure.
First he licked up and down the inner cuntal lips, then probed beneath the fleshy hood to find the hardening button of Cherry's clit He massaged it, using his tongue-tip, working it 'round and round in small circles till he heard the girl panting above him. Her pants turned to cries of ecstasy as he stimulated her clit with his tongue till she was squirming on the couch in the throes of a wild come.
When the girl's screams of passion began to subside, Mel shifted his body closer to hers. Lifting his face from her pussy he shifted his position till the swollen head of his dick was at the entrance of her cunt. Then he pressed inward, parting her cuntal lips with the head of his prick. Cherry let out a long, hot moan of intense desire as the agent sank his long rod all the way into the burning depths of her twat. It was like an inferno within, wet and sultry, and soon Mel was fucking her with a rapid and steady rhythm.
"Ohhhh," the young actress moaned. "Oh. Fuck me like that, Mel. Ohhhh. Keep on fucking me like that Ohhh! Just like that Oh. Oh. Oh."
He thrust into her tight snatch again and again, increasing the pace of his pistoning. His pecker was like the probe of a pleasure-giving machine, zipping in and out of her wet snatch with mechanical precision and the determination of an electrically driven force. His naked ass cheeks bounced in the air as he pounded her pussy with wild abandon.
Her body was lifting off the couch to meet each thrust of his loins, and then she dropped back to the couch with exhaustion. She was totally spent completely satisfied, and that was when the talent agent pulled his dripping rod out of the tightly grasping hole of her pussy. He lay over her for some time, giving her a chance to recover, but then he rolled her gently onto her side and slid in behind her.
Parting her ass cheeks with his still throbbing tool, he burrowed toward the moist slit of her cunt from the rear. He entered her, and then he began to slide gently in and out. Soon he had the girl purring with pleasure, and he increased the power of his trusting.
Her golden robe was a disheveled mass of gleaming cloth behind her, as Mel carefully removed it off her shoulders and arms. He draped the garment over the back of the couch, then eased the girl onto her stomach. His rod was still buried in her pussy from the rear, as he raised his body over her and began to fuck her in and out with stiffer strokes. He banged into her cunt from behind, again and again and again.
"Oh, this is wonderful," she gasped. "Don't stop now, Mel. Just keep on fucking me like that. Oh. Oh. Oh. OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHH!!!!!"
He was giving the young actress from out of town the first dog-style fuck of her life-and she loved it! She couldn't get enough.
Cherry raised herself to one knee on the couch to give him better access to her pussy from behind, as Mel went on powering his rod into the tight hole of her cunt. He fucked her again and again from that position, till the girl was screaming with yet another climax.
When he pulled out, it was to drop into a seated position on the couch and pull the girl onto his lap. He thrust his cock up into her pussy, almost ready to shoot off at that point. Cherry fucked up and down on his lap, grinding her way around till she now sat facing away from the straining man. He came!
The talent agent shot off up the girl's snatch. Repeatedly, he squirted s come right into her grasping cuntal hole. He filled her pussy with jism, and she could feel it. The idea of it thrilled her. The famous talent agent was so excited with her that he was creaming into her crack!
Just thinking about the man's jism aroused Cherry wildly, and after she gave him time to rest, sitting back comfortably on the couch, she drew off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs.
"I'm going to give you some nice head," she said. "The best you've ever had.
First she had to work his cock up to full hardness again, and then she wanted to stroke him with her tongue till he creamed again. She wanted to taste that jism. She hoped he would shoot off right into her mouth.
Soon her lips and tongue were performing magic tricks on the swollen head of his prick, and after he had a raging hard-on she increased the pace of her sucking. She had his rod throbbing wildly in her mouth, and then he shot off again. He did fill her yap with his hot cream, and as she gulped repeatedly, she gratefully swallowed it all down.
Finally, they were both satisfied, and ended up seated side-by-side on the couch, Mel's strong arm around her shoulder.
And so another young lovely, ambitious to star on Broadway, had been introduced to the ways of the big city. Cherry Pickens was on her way. Of course, the talent agent didn't have her in mind for any role in a stage production.
Oh no, she was too valuable for that.
Her talent was in the beds, not on the boards. Cherry would be a star, and she would love her life in New York city. Mel knew a major producer of plays who would want to see her--and right away!
CHAPTER TWO
-IF THE SHOE FITS
Cherry Pickens learned how the game is played in the big time. Men in positions of power in glamour industries aren't the only players in the Apple. A guy in any line of work might be up to the same hanky-panky. He could be a married man, and not even his wife will know.
By day, an ordinary worker in an ordinary job, like a shoe salesman in a retail store. By night, a Romeo. In fact, just like Mel the talent agent, one of these smart operators with women might get a little nookie right on the job.
Take Dave Williams. He worked in a shoe store on stylish upper Fifth Avenue.
He didn't own the place, but he was always playing little games all his own. One day, a luscious blonde stopped in, and Dave went to work.
The babe had stopped on the street to gaze into the store window. A sale was in progress, and she saw just the stylish footgear she needed for a party she was going to before long. They carried the latest model Reeboks and some sexy stuff with stiletto heels.
In she went, met almost at the door by Dave Williams. He was alone in the store, and he liked what he saw right away. The blond told him what she wanted, and sat down to have her foot measured.
As the chick gazed down at the handsome young salesman, she realized that a good looking devil he was. Dave liked to dress to kill, and that day he was attired in a three-piece suit and a spiffy necktie.
At about the time Cherry Pickens was sitting before the talent agent and lifting the hem of her skirt to give him a good view of what she had to offer, the babe in the chair at the uptown show store was using the same trick.
She cleverly parted her thighs, let- ting the hem of her silken dress ride all the way up. She was surprised that Dave hadn't taken notice-at least he showed no reaction-and that had her shaking her head. The blonde was beautiful, and she wasn't used to being ignored when she teased a man.
She wasn't wearing any panties, and could feel the breeze of the store's air conditioner on her pussy. The young man went right about his business, measuring her bare foot with his sliding scale. He knew how to play it cool.
When he got to her size, he rose from the footstool on which he was sitting and quickly obtained a pair of the shoes she wanted in her size.
The blonde had picked up his wooden slide stick, and before he could sit down she spoke.
"What size is yours," she asked boldly.
"Why, what do you mean?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
The girl took a deep breath. No man could resist her charms. Her hands darted out and she unzipped Dave's fly. Then she jerked his pants down just enough to get his cock out. At that point, Dave's hands were full with a couple of shoe boxes, and by the time he'd set them down his rod was sticking out.
The blonde had his prick comfortably in hand, and she was lying it along the scale on his wooden measure.
"Hmmm," the girl said, setting the sliding piece against the blunt head of his dick. "Not long enough for me."
However, she gave the handsome young salesman a chipper look and proceeded to fondle his rod.
"That'll make it longer, he assured her.
"Yeah," she agreed. "It sure should."
The blond bent forward in the chair and slid her moistened lips over the soft head of the guy's prick. He glanced quickly around to see if anyone was watching, but it was not long before closing time and the shop was empty. He looked down at the girl again, seeing that her pretty pink lips were now sliding slowly back and forth along the shaft of his prick. The heavier his breathing became, the quicker her mouth gobbled down his dick on the in stroke, and the faster she went down on him the longer his bone got.
At last she slipped his wet pecker out of her mouth and drew back to admire it. Now his prick was long and hard and thick around, a reddened, throbbing tool with veins that stood out and a head that bulged. The girl obviously liked it, and wanted it stuck up that naked pussy she had flashed when he was measuring her foot.
Turning about on the chair, the blonde got on her knees and raised her dress over the naked curves of her ass. She parted her thighs to reveal the soft, fur-clad mound of her cunt from the rear. As she did that, one strap of her dress slid off a bare shoulder, and as her dress came partially down in front she felt one of her smooth, round breasts roll into view. The shoe salesman had a stiff hard-on, and in a flash he was around behind the girl. He pressed his loins against the soft hills of her backside, then burrowed in with the throbbing length of his dick. The swollen cock-head spread the wet lips of her pussy and in surged the whole prick. He knelt in behind her on the footstool and began pounding in and out of her cunt, stopping only to reach around to her breast and fondle the soft, round thing.
He fucked her feverishly for a time, then pulled out to close up the shop. Luckily, closing was his job, and even more luckily, no one had seem them. He still had his pants halfway down and his rod sticking out as he locked the front door and pulled down the shades. Dave had made it with many female customers, and several right in the shop. He knew that you could store right at the end of the day, then lock up and pull down the shades.
Back he went to the girl. Seating himself comfortably in one of the chairs, he pulled her onto his lap.
"Say," he asked her, "what's your name?"
"Maxie," the blonde replied, as she parted her thighs and worked the stiff head of his rod up her snatch. As she came worming her way down onto it, she let out a sigh, then began a rhythmic up-and-down humping movement that soon had the two of them in ecstasy.
The girl fucked up and down like crazy, pressing her bosom close to the guy's chest and kissing him fervently. He put his arms around her, hugging her to him as she went on bouncing up and down on his lap, his hard cock performing wonders inside the hotly grasping sheath of her pussy.
She squirmed about on the salesman's lap, as Dave sat back in delirium. She was soon facing away from him, pressing her back against the broad expanse of his chest as she rode up and down on the stiff rod of his prick. She kicked out her legs as she fucked, then brought one to rest on the footstool he'd sat on to measure her size.
The young salesman wanted more action than this and when the girl to slow her up-and-down pumping with sheer exhaustion, he drew her off his lap and sat her on the chair beside him. Then he rose and pulled off his suit jacket. In his shirtsleeves and vest now, he came around in front of her, slipped to his knees and stuffed his hard prick right back into the warm, wet slit of her pussy.
Soon he was fucking madly into her, as the girl sat back in the chair and moaned with pleasure. Gradually, the girl began to move her naked ass forward on the chair, pressing her loins in against the rampaging assault of his dick. Her butt was now on the very edge of the chair, and then she slipped off and slowly sank to the floor. She was on the floor now as he kept right on fucking away. Maxie sighed and groaned with passion, bucking and humping her loins to meet each of his powerful strokes.
Her dress had slipped completely off her shoulders now, and her breasts were bare. Dave ogled them, twin mounds of perfect white flesh, jiggling and jouncing with each ripping drive of his dick. He pulled out his rod when he felt that one more thrust would bring him shooting off in her pussy, then took the quivering young blonde by the shoulders and drew her up. He got her turned around, one knee on the stool and her bare ass in the air.
Her dress was all the way up to her shoulders in back, her breasts hanging out and dangling tantalizingly in front, as he pressed in behind her and eased the tip of his bone between the reddened lips of her pussy from the rear. Holding her around the slim curve of her waistline with both strong hands, Dave began to inch his thickened rod into the tight depths of her pussy. "Ohhhh," the girl moaned. "Oh, I love that. Oh, it's wonderful. Oh, sink it all the way into me, Dave. Oh! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHH!!!!!"
He was aroused by her voice to a feverish pitch of passion, and rammed his dick in and out of her pussy from behind with increased speed and power. He was fucking her madly now, ripping his dick nearly all the way out or her pussy on the back stroke, then hammering it home once more. He knew he couldn't hold his come much longer, and this time he just thrust away without care.
His balls tightened and he felt a surge of pleasure through his body that told him he was about to shoot off, just as the girl he was fucking shrieked with a wild climax of her own.
Suddenly, Dave felt his balls unload, and an intense pleasure-the equal of which he had never experienced in his life-flooded his body. His spasmodic jerking yanked his cock in and out of her pussy. He shot off in her just as the girl slumped forward with the conclusion of his own orgasm. His spurts of creamy come filled her twat, and the feeling of shooting into her gave the guy a warm pleasure that filled his whole being and produced a sublime glow in his every fiber. When the couple finally broke off and rose, Maxie let her dress fall to cover her nakedness. Dave hurriedly dressed.
"Let's go to my place," he suggested. "I live in the apartment building right next door."
"Okay," the girl beamed.
Clearly, she wanted more.
The two of them headed for his pad. The lights out in the store, and the place locked up, they walked down the sidewalk. Maxie was now toting a couple of shoe boxes. Once a salesman, always a salesman! Wouldn't you know that the sharpie had sold her a couple of pair of shoes.
They arrived quickly at Dave's apartment, a cozy place that was obviously designed to seduce chicks. Bachelors abound in mid-town Manhattan, and apartment houses like the one where Dave lived made perfect love nests for them. It was expensive-right on Fifth Avenue-but Dave was a crack salesman and made a nice living. Maybe he spent too much of his income on his digs, but what New York bachelor didn't?
They headed straight for the bedroom, where the girl flopped on the bed in her lovely dress. One strap had again slid off the smoothly bare curve of her shoulder, and as she lay there with her dress up to her ass Dave shucked off his jacket and pants. He joined her on the bed, lying close in behind her, and as they lay there on their sides he slipped the stiffening length of his dick between her ass cheeks and worked it into her pussy from the rear.
He wasn't fully hard again after shooting off in her pussy in the shoe store. However, in that position-lying relaxed on his side-Dave was able to give the girl gentle, rocking pleasure. The more he fucked into her, the harder his dick got, and in time he was able to fill the whole deep channel of her cunt from the rear. He thrust into her a few more times, then pulled out to ease over onto his back.
Maxie responded immediately, climbing over him to straddle his prone body. She was on top of him now, spreading her finely shaped thighs all the way apart till he could see the pink inner pussy lips peaking out from the blonde curls of pubic hair. Then she came slowly, sensuously, down on him, filling her cunt with his dick, plunging downward till she sat astride him with his stiff-standing pecker buried in her body.
Then the girl rode him up and down once more, as she had done in the store while straddling his lap. This time Dave lay back on his bed in sublime pleasure, thrilling to every stroke of the girl's pussy on his dick. They went at it like that for some time, till Dave was ready to really sock it to the girl's pussy, and for that he had to be on top.
He motioned her off him, and they both rose to strip of their clothes. Naked now, they were quickly together on the bed once more. This time Maxie was on her back, spreading her legs. Before just plunging his rod into her, though, Dave wanted to make sure her juices flowed. To do that, his tongue was the most reliable instrument He lay on his belly between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue searched out the tiny button of her clit found it already hard with passion, then tickled it and caressed it deftly. He was soon lapping away at a hotly juicing pussy, the warm smell of her passion wafting up into his nostrils and the copious spunk of her excitement filling his thirsty mouth.
When he pulled his face from her bush she urged him over onto his back once more. Before he finally fucked her to a fare-thee-well she wanted to taste that stiff dick flesh in her mouth once again. Then, lying across his lions from one side, she went down on him as she had done in the shoe store, this time wolfing his hard cock all the way into her throat. She sucked him like crazy, feeling him grow still thicker and harder in her mouth, feeling his dick throb with wild passion.
It wasn't long before Dave rose and guided the girl over onto one knee, where she perched with her butt in the air and her thighs invitingly parted. He knelt in behind her and found the opening to her pussy with the swollen head of his prick. In it went, and he was now pounding her wildly, both of them panting heatedly as he fucked and fucked and fucked away.
When his cock came out of her pussy with a particularly vigorous stroke, the girl collapsed and rolled onto her back. As she parted her thighs and drew her legs up folded almost to her chin, he plunged his rod right back into her pussy, and then he began to piston her with wild abandon. In and out of the tightly grasping hole of her cunt he rammed his cock, his balls once again near to bursting. The girl was squirming and writhing beneath him, kicking her legs with the unmistakable jerking movements of a fantastic orgasm.
Her screams and spasmodic movements triggered something in Dave, and he knew he could hold off no longer. He increased the driving pace of his rampaging cock, and then he shot off with an intensity he had never felt before in his life. Again and again he creamed in the girl's pussy, until his balls were empty.
There they lay till Maxie insisted that she had to be on h way. Dave hated to see her go, but she'd served his purpose. He'd gotten some much appreciated nookie, and sold a couple of pair of shoes besides. There are eight million fucking stories in the naked city, and this was just one of them.
CHAPTER THREE
-UNDIES AND SHORTS
The laundry room is a New York City phenomenon. You don't think people go there to do their laundry, do you? Oh no. The name of the game is fuckie-fuckie. Men know that the best little pick-up place in town is the laundry room of your own apartment house, and the babes know that you meet the most eligible bachelors in front of the big tumble-dryers.
Guys on the make scout their nearest laundry room at different times of the day and days of the week, for maybe a month. If they don't see any poontang they dig, they head for the next nearest place after their dirty laundry has built up a little while. Girls do they same thing, going from one pay laundry to another until they get the perfect combination of wash/spin cycle and stiff pecker.
Ross Terwilliger was fairly new to the apartment house, but already he'd used the laundry room twice before. He hadn't spotted any interesting numbers, and had just about given up on finding his Perfect Ten. Now he was just interested in getting his stuff washed. He had left a load in one of the big dryers, then gone back up to his condo apartment to get the place straightened up.
When he returned to the laundry room, he found a pleasant surprise. A good looking doll named Jennifer was sorting out some clothes on one of the long tables. He'd seen her a couple of times around the building, but hadn't been sure that she lived there. Leave it to the laundry room!
He watched her for a time, then realized that she was separating her finery from some of his own stuff. Apparently, she'd put her wash on top of his in the big dryer, probably because all of the others were filled. Now, she was trying to sort out her things from his.
She bent from the table to a plastic basket of wash, just as Ross joined her. He pulled a few of his things out of her batch and a couple of hers from his.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," the brunette said.
Ross smiled at her.
"Don't sweat it," he replied. "I put my stuff in the dryer with other people's wash all the time."
Clearly, however, the girl was mortified. As he returned a pair of her panties, she blushed a deep crimson that just made her lovely face seem more exciting to the already aroused young man. He could feel the beginnings of a hard-on in his pants.
Ross glanced at the girl, now squatting over her basket of wash and trying to lose her embarrassment in her busyness. The sight between her thighs gave him an even nicer surprise than running into the gorgeous brunette in the laundry room. Her legs were far apart, and she was wearing crotchless panties even sexier than the pair that had gotten mixed up in his wash.
One thing led quickly to another, and he was soon nuzzling her and stealing friendly kisses. At first she resisted, though her giggling gave away the fact that she wasn't really upset that her good looking neighbor in the apartment building was taking liberties with her. She looked quickly around and saw that nobody was in the laundry room except the two of them.
The gin's hand dropped to her bare pussy as if it were acting with a will of its own. She toyed with her moistening cuntal lips, as his kisses became more ardent and his fingers found their way beneath the bodice of her dress to fondle the smooth, soft flesh of one tit. The front of her dress fell away enough for him to get a good look at that breast, and his mouth quickly found it. He kissed her tit as she sat moaning and sighing and toying with her clit.
Minutes later, Ross had the girl sitting atop the drying machine, and as she spread her legs even farther apart and showed him all of that gorgeous cunt through the slit in her fine panties, he kissed her cheek and dropped a hand to her crotch.
Jennifer let out a little yelp of pleasure as the skillful fingers of the ardent young man burrowed into her pussy and found the hard button of her clit. He worked it around with the tip of one finger, pressing his lips to the smooth contours of her cheek and kissing her passionately.
Not surprisingly, Ross had no difficulty in talking the girl into coming up to his apartment. In a Manhattan condominium apartment house, every suite is the owner's private domain, and this clever guy had used the good sense to decorate his pad for the most seductive effect. Everything was done in subtle, almost hypnotic hues, and covered with soft velvet. The big sofa in the living room could be transformed in seconds into a bed.
The girl did not even have time to find her way to a seat when the guy was at her feet searching for that wet little snatch once more. Obligingly, Jennifer raised her dress and showed him her cunt, peeking out between the curtains of silk that formed her skimpy panties. Ross felt his heart beat faster as he got a whiff of her passion. His lips were close to her pussy and he could almost taste the liquid desire that was seeping through the pink slit.
Then his tongue made contact with the fine curls of pussy hair, and soon the tip was probing between the slippery lips. He heard Jennifer let out a sight of excitement as his tongue snaked within her hot, wet cunt. He lapped away at her pungent pussy juices, as the girl inched her feet farther apart to spread her thighs and make room for his head. He pressed inward, lapping madly at her hot cunt, and when she backed up and dropped into a comfortable chair he went with her all the way.
As Jennifer sat back in the easy chair, raising her legs and parting her thighs for her new lover, Ross rose on his knees to burrow his tongue even more deeply into the seething slot of her quim. He licked up and down the inner cuntal lips, then massaged her clitty with the tip of his tongue till she was writhing her ass on the chair and screaming with the power of her orgasm When Ross pulled his face from the girl's wet crotch, she rose from the chair and guided him back into it. With fast-moving hands, she undid the buckle of his belt and worked his pants halfway down. Then she hoisted her dress and threw one leg over his, seating herself on his lap with his dick up her pussy and one of her shapely legs hanging down on either side of his. She was soon riding smoothly up and down, Ross's thick cock sliding in and out of her twat with a suctioning sound.
The girl rose and fell in his lap, as the lucky guy just settled back into the warm comfort of the chair. The piece of furniture was like a deep-pile ball of warmth, very seductive. He was soon moaning softly, as the girl's tight twat brought him closer and closer to an orgasm. She was a genius at regulating the amount of pleasure she was giving the guy, because each time he was near to shooting off in her pussy, she eased off and just sat back down on him. When she sensed that his bone was softening in the deep cavern of her cunt, she began to job up and down on him once more.
This went on for a long while, as Ross just settled back into the chair and let his eyelids droop shut. Jennifer was doing all the work, and he just let himself Float in a world of extreme pleasure. When she finally drew her tight slit off the throbbing rod of his prick, it was to kneel and pull off his pants. He was now clad only in his shirt, naked below the waist. The girl's face was close to his dick, and she examined it closely.
Jennifer liked what she saw, a hard pole of flesh, smooth along the shaft except for a crisscrossing of tiny veins and the thick lump of his knob at the tip. The girl brought her parted lips closer to the head, then thrust out the tip of her tongue to lick the gleaming liquid that clung to it. She was lapping up the hot fluid of her own cunt, then sliding her soft lips over the cock-head and engulfing the whole thing.
Soon her head was bobbing, as she took in all of Ross's firm rod and then let it slide sensuously out of her mouth once more. Again and again she went down on the guy, her mouth going into the wiry brush of his pubic hair, then pulling out till only the knob of his cock was perched precariously between the soft flesh of her lips.
Ross was in ecstasy as he felt the girl sucking him off faster and faster. She was going at a feverish clip now, and he knew he couldn't hold oft much longer. He wondered what her reaction would be if he shot off right in her mouth. Whatever the case, there wasn't anything he could do about it, because her talented cock-sucking was just about ready to make him blow his wad. Suddenly, Ross came off in the girl's mouth.
He shot blast after hot blast of sticky semen into her mouth, and the girl never stopped sucking. She gulped down every bit of his spend, obviously enjoying every drop. She sucked like crazy, vacuuming up the guy's hot jism From the look on her face, she was swallowing something that tasted better than Champagne.
Finally, after he had stopped coming, she reluctantly let his softening prick slide from between her lovely lips. Jennifer gazed at the semen-coated cock, gleaming also with the spittle of her mouth, and she was enthralled by it. She worshipped the sight of creamy come, thrilled to the spurt of jism from the tiny hole into her mouth. She began to caress the softening dick, playing with it, massaging it. There was a long time when it was a soft thing in her palms, but after awhile she got it back to hardness.
Then she rose and replaced the panting guy on the chair, positioning herself on one knee and throwing up her dress above the smooth hemispheres of her ass. His shirt tails flapping, Ross got in behind the girl and pressed the tip of his dick just beneath the cheeks of her ass. He was aiming for her pussy, determined to slide his rod into it from the rear.
Ross was on his knees, his cock at the level of her cunt from behind. Then he pressed gradually inward, till he had sunk his bone into her twat doggie style. He began to hump into the girl, pounding her pussy with increasingly rapid strokes.
The more he fucked into the girl the harder his dick got. He was sliding it between the silken halves of her crotchless panties, and the caress of the sexy cloth on the shaft of his cock as he fucked her aroused him wildly. He liked the view of her white-fleshed ass, framed by the flimsy wisps of her underpants. The girls garter traced a dark stripe down the white expanse of her thigh, then gleamed metallically with the clip that fastened it to the belt of her nylon stocking. She was a babe all right, the kind of chick that men in most other parts of the country only dream of. In New York City, this is the caliber of doll a guy can score in the goddammed laundry room!
Ross fucked away, pulling out to remove his shirt which was becoming sticky with his sweat. Naked now, he turned back to find her seated nonchalantly in the easy chair. As he approached her, she hoisted her dress and raised her legs high, bending them at the knee and showing him her cunt. He got on his knees again before the chair and entered her tight young snatch with the thick head of his dick. Then, ramming into her again and again, he fucked the beautiful brunette for all he was worth.
He finally withdrew, lifting the girl from the chair in his arms. There was a better way to fuck, and that was on the comfort of a bed. Ross lifted the girl. She was laughing and tousling his hair as he did so. Clearly, she knew what he had in mind and didn't care a bit. He got the convertible sofa changed into a bed, and then he had her on it, ready to fuck.
She began to kiss him passionately.
Ross was naked, though the girl still had her disheveled dress on. It didn't take him long to get the straps off her shoulders so that he was quickly able to caress her naked tits. The hem of her dress worked its way up to her waist, and as they kissed he rolled her onto one side. Getting right in behind the girl, he shot the head of his rod between the cheeks of her behind and found the tight slit of her pussy. Then he fucked her from the rear, as she squirmed her upper body around to go right on French-kissing him with her hot lips and searching tongue.
He kissed his way down her neck, then around tot he front of her body where his lips found her breast once more. He kept on fucking into her pussy as he wet the flesh of her tit with his ardent lips. The excitement was quickly too much, and he felt his balls tingle.
Wham! Ross shot off again. He shot right into the girl's cunt, filling it with his creamy spunk.
When Ross pulled out of her pussy, he rolled onto his back on the bed. Jennifer was aroused by the sight of his limp noodle, and she was all over the guy. She squat down over his face and Fed her pussy to his mouth. As he thrust his tongue upward to eat it out, the girl began to writhe her loins something fierce.
When she lifted her body off his face it was to hurriedly remove her dress. She was now naked except for her garter belt and stockings, as she shifted her body downward on his. Ross still lay on his back on the sofa-bed, as the girl straddled him, spread her thighs wide and worked the hard bone of his cock up into the tight, wet sheath of her pussy. And then she rode him feverishly up and down, fucking the hell out of his hard dick.
Pressing her cunt to his mouth had done more than turn her on. It had turned him on, and his rod was now as stiff as it had been before he shot off on her cunt hairs. When she felt it filling her pussy, she drew off and went to her hands and knees, asking Ross to get in behind her and fuck her like a dog. He was stiff enough now to get into her from that angle and soon he was pounding his rod into her twat.
When the girl collapsed on her belly, the hot-blooded guy rolled her onto her back, propped up her head with a small cushion and then thrust his dick right back into her pussy. He rammed it into her again and again till she was screaming with yet another orgasm. She raised her knees to her chest, wiggling her ass in pleasure, as Ross gradually leaned forward till he was lying over her, his naked as stabbed the air repeatedly as he whaled into her pussy. In and out of her tight but well lubricated twat the guy fucked.
"Ohhh, he groaned, as he felt his balls tighten. He'd never been so excited by a gal that he came three times, but now he felt it coming.
"Mmmm," the girl moaned. She just couldn't get enough of that big whang of his.
When Ross finally pulled out, he had the stiffest hard-on he'd ever seen on himself. He could only think of one thing: feel the woman's wonderful lips curling around the stalk of his prick and feel the hot moist pleasure of the inside of her mouth. Then he would shoot off one more time-inside her mouth.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck my dick."
"I will," she said, eyes glowing. "I dig it. I love having your big, thick cock in my mouth."
The guy was beside himself with pleasure. His fondest desire was to get off in her mouth as he had done before. He was soon squatted over her face as she lay there, his rod sticking straight out over her mouth. The girl looked up at it, stuck out her tongue and licked the wrinkled sac that contained the balls. Then she worked the tongue-tip along the underside of the shaft, and soon the mushroom-shaped head was in her mouth.
She sucked him to a fare-thee-well, and when he shot off he filled her mouth once again. The girl relished every drop, and when Ross was finally spent, he slowly pulled his Jennifer was licking her chops!
"Mmmm," she said, swallowing with obvious relish. "I love the taste of cock juice."
What a gal! Ross could hardly believe his luck. Now he was sure he'd bought into the right condo. Here was a babe who not only liked to fuck, she dug sucking rod. And he hadn't found it necessary to go to a singles bar to find her. He'd found her in one of New York's hottest swinging singles places- the laundry room of his own apartment building.
CHAPTER FOUR
-HAPPY TALK
Ever since the movie Talk Radio appeared, people have been aware of just how seriously the listening audience takes the new breed of call-in radio programs. Not only that, we've become cognizant of the fact that some pretty wild things happen to the wild-men who conduct the on-air interviews. None of this is news in New York, where the anything-goes brand of talk show got its start.
The hip young men who work at these stations, especially the guys who conduct the pre-interviews, have seen and heard it all. Gabe Andrews was just such a guy; he did pre-air interviews with all the weirdoes, and when the station decided to go for the numbers with a series of shows on sex, he was the lucky man who met the wild and crazy chicks set up by production assistants for on-air chatter.
The two girls who really made one of his days looked perfectly at home in the posh offices of the New York radio station. They were a pair of lovely . young gals in the latest and most stylish cocktail dresses. They knew how to show off their bodies without looking gross.
The plan was for them to be pre-interviewed for the upcoming call-in show that dealt with sexual swinging. It was just one in the series on unusual erotic life-styles. Small FM radio stations with no-punches-pulled formats were cutting into the audience of the company's flagship AM station, and management had demanded more exciting shows. This one figured to be , right up their with the boldest.
All that was fine as far as Gabe Andrews was concerned, because the dapper young interviewer had been selected to rap with the pair of gorgeous brunettes. Seated around a table on comfortable chairs, the three of them had already gotten into some pretty hot areas of conversation.
Emily, a svelte brunette with her hair drawn back in a bun crossed her legs and gave breathy answers to his questions. Yes, she was married. No, her hubby didn't mind that she fucked other guys. In fact, he was her partner in then- swingers' parties. Their home was up in Westchester, one of the most respectable of New York counties, but also the location of some of the East's wildest sex orgies.
As her dress crept up to reveal more of the silken white skin of her thigh, Gabe turned to the other girl for more material. That was easy, for voluptuous young Millie (as she was called) was a thoroughly modern gal. She had sidled right up to him on the pair of stylish chairs they had been given in the fancy office of the radio station.
As she described how she enjoyed sex with women as well as with men, Gabe snuck a glance down the front of her chic frock. Her full breasts formed a dark crevice between their quivering mounds, and the sight gave the young radio reporter a warm feeling. He felt his cock stiffening in his tight pants as he asked Millie the most intimate questions about her private life, and the hot rod of flesh got even thicker as the girl unblushingly described the pleasure she got when her lips slid over the velvety head of a man's prick.
"I just love to suck a guy's weenie," was how the voluptuous brunette put it.
The interview was coming to a close, as Emily spread her thighs as she sat forward on the edge of her chair and Millie cozied up to Gabe. He could see the darkly inviting vee of the slender girl's cunt as he got an intoxicating whiff of Millie's fragrant perfume. When Emily invited him to join the two of them at her Westchester County house-just to see the setting for their weekly orgies-the lucky guy quickly acceded to their wish.
Several hours later they pulled up in Emily's car at the attractive house in the posh suburban county just north of the Bronx. Gabe had been wondering about something she had said in the interview. The married woman had insisted that swinging actually drew her closer to her husband. Rather than coming between them, her fuck-fests with other men had improved the quality of their marriage.
How could that be?
He was wondering as they went up the walk to the front door.
Inside, they were soon seated on the couch in the handsome living room, sipping red wine from long-stemmed crystal goblets. Gabe looked around, admiring the decor of the room. This was indeed a pleasant environment for sex, the ideal locale for an orgy. The wine was warming and the conversation quickly turned back to sexual swinging, both girls smiling and cooing about how much they dug sex.
Emily was sitting between Gabe and the other girl when Millie did a funny thing. Her hand found its way down the bodice of Emily's black dress, and the older gal was soon sighing with pleasure.
The guy felt his dick harden in his dark blue slacks once again, and he began to feel a little hot in his natty sport jacket. He gazed at the svelte brunette, her lips parted with excitement as Millie caressed her naked tit beneath the black cloth of her dress. Her hair was swept back away from her ears, and the sight of her tiny white earlobe sent an erotic chill through him, one he could not resist.
That was when he bent forward and kissed her tender ear, and when she only sighed with further pleasure he found himself nibbling the soft little lobe of flesh. Things moved quickly then, for as he and Emily began kissing deeply, her body moving against his on the couch, Millie had slipped to the carpeted floor and found the bare pussy of her friend beneath Emily's raised dress.
Gabe and Emily were hugging and kissing passionately, and after the other gal had frigged the slim brunette's pussy between her parted thighs for awhile she slid over beside the handsome young reporter. From her position on the floor she was able to reach Gabe's fly, which she expertly and speedily unzipped.
The guy's attention was on the slender brunette, as her tongue searched within the hot confines of his mouth. However, he was aware of the other girl's deft fingers, as she sprung his hard-on through his fly and began to fiddle with it.
The next thing Gabe knew, Millie's soft lips had slid over the mushroom-shaped head of his dick, and as he French-kissed Emily the other chick was sucking away on the stiff rod of his cock. When his clinch with Emily finally broke off, he removed his sport jacket and loosened his tie. The girls sprang into action now, determined to show him what a couple of real swingers could do.
Millie was up and leaning over the seat of the couch, her flashy red dress thrown up over her back to present her naked ass to the young radio interviewer. Gabe got around behind her, admiring the sleek white pear-shaped halves of her backside. He caressed the satiny flesh, gave the nates a tweak and watched them quiver and jiggle.
His cock was almost painfully hard now, as he lowered his pants to his knees and probed between the soft globes of Millie's behind with the swollen knob of his dick. He found the tight slit of her pussy from the rear, the pink lips wet with growing passion, and he nudged his cock-head into the moist crevice. He found Millie's cunt hot with desire, as he sank the length of his bone into her twat.
Then, as Emily slid over from the end of the couch so that she was sitting right in front of the other girl, Gabe began to saw in and out of Millie's tight snatch. As he fucked harder and harder, faster and faster, the two girls began to kiss. Emily was facing the younger girl, seated comfortably on the couch as Millie leaned towards her, and they were hugging and French-kissing as the passionate guy rammed into the voluptuous gal from behind.
They did that till Gabe's cock slid out of the girl's hotly greased pussy, and then the girls reversed positions. Now Gabe was fucking Emily's cunt from the rear, as she bent over the seat of the couch with her fine dress drawn up over the shapely white cheeks of her ass.
He fucked her like mad, as Millie sat on the couch with her thighs parted. From where Gabe stood fucking Emily, he could see the soft, clefted mound of Millie's hot young pussy, as the girl probed inside with her fingers, masturbating wildly as she watched the fucking couple.
In time she eased over toward the far end of the couch, where she began to frig her pussy even harder. As Gabe looked on in awe, he saw Millie work her finger ever deeper into her hole. She shoved it slowly inward, a glassy-eyed look of passion her face as she began to thrust in and out of her pussy with blinding speed.
Meanwhile, watching the girl do her sexy thing, Gabe pulled off his pants and slumped into the couch. Emily raised her dress higher and straddled his lap. She came down on the stiff pole of his pecker, sliding the thing all the way up her snatch. Then, as Millie masturbated with machine-like rapidity at the end of the couch, Emily fucked wildly away, riding up and down on Gabe's lap.
They kissed, and then she turned about so that her back could lean against his chest, pivoting on the hard shaft of his dick. She sat like that, thrilling to the warm sensations of cock flesh filling her cunt, twisting about so that he could lower her dress on one side just enough to get a good look at her pert little breast.
Gave was soon licking the stiffened nipple, as the girl sat moaning on his lap. His hard rod was now stuffed all the way up the tight sheath of her girlish pussy.
When Emily popped off his lap it was so he could fuck her friend. Millie had pulled her wet finger out of her pussy and now lay on her side on the couch, begging for a fuck. Gabe was glad to oblige, as he lay over on his side and snaked his dick up her pussy from the rear. Slowly, sensuously, he balled the girl, as Emily knelt beneath the sofa to lower the front of Millie's dress and kiss the marvelous mounds of her tits.
When Emily rose, she began to undo her dress. In the meantime, Gabe had risen to a sitting position and Millie had climbed onto his lap to stuff her puss with the throbbing slab of his cock flesh. She was rapidly riding up and down, her large breasts pressing against his chest. Gabe looked over at the other gal, as she lowered her tight dress and stepped out of it. She showed off her body, sleek and shapely, her cute breasts jiggling and pink-tipped.
Millie finally rose off his lap to strip off her own dress, as Gabe removed his shirt and tie. He was completely naked now, as the threesome bounced on the comfortable couch. Both girls went for his dick, and as he relaxed in the cushions they took turns sucking him off.
Then, as Emily deftly licked the underside of his cock-head, Millie slurped away at the high ridge atop the swollen knob. That was too much for Gabe, and when Emily slid her lips all the way over the head of his prick he shot off wildly in her mouth. She gulped down every drop of his come.
Finally, when the guy had shot his last, Emily let her mouth slide off the tip of his dong. The girl's faces were alive with excitement, as Millie licked all over the softening whang.
"Let's head for the bedroom," Gabe suggested, when he was able to speak.
"Yeah," one of the girls sighed. "The bedroom. Let's show him what we can do in there."
The threesome were soon in the boudoir. It had served the girls well in the many wild swingers' parties they had participated in at the house. A huge bed was covered with a soft, inviting spread, decorated with pretty cushions here and there. Gabe was soon on his knees on the bed, as the two girls clung to him and took turns sucking away on his dick.
They were determined to give him another hard-on as fast as possible.
Sure enough, the babes quickly had him hard once again, and when the guy fell back in exhaustion, they relented to give him time to get his strength back. As Gabe was recovering, the girls did a number on each other.
First, Emily was on her back on the bed, thighs spread, as Millie lay between her legs to bury her mouth in the other girl's twat. Then it was Millie on her back and Emily eating her hot Utile box. When she turned the older girl onto her back once again, Millie used her finger this time, sticking it all the way up Emily's tight cunt.
Gabe got wildly excited from the sight, and his rod stiffened even further. He jumped up and got behind Millie. His stiff prick slithered up her cunt from the rear. As she drilled Emily's pussy with her finger, he fucked her doggie-style in her tight snatch. His dick was actually getting more and more rigid as he slammed away in her cunt.
Finally pulling out, Gabe slumped to the bed on his back, resting his head on one of the cushions. Millie was right over his loins, straddling him and working his pecker up her snatch. As for Emily, she straddled his chest and faced the other girl, so that as Millie fucked up and down on his rod he hugged and kissed the slim brunette. Emily's pussy was right over his face now, and as he thrilled to the pleasures of Millie's tight snatch grasping his cock, Gabe began to lick and suck at the hot, wet twat over his mouth.
The taste of that fiery cunt drove the man half-wild, and he was determined to fuck it. Millie's fucking had fully hardened his cock now, and he quickly got Emily on n her back. She still had on a pair of sexy stiletto-heeled shoes, which he and Millie removed, and as Emily grasped her feet and drew her legs up, it bared the moist slit of her pussy for Gabe's cock.
"Ohhh," Emily moaned. "Fuck me to a climax this time, Gabe. Ohhh."
"Yeah," Millie grinned. "Fuck her good."
Millie was on her knees beside him as Gabe began fucking into Emily's twat. Then Millie was kissing his cheek as he rammed his rod in and out of the other girl's tight hole.
"Mmmmmm," Emily was sighing. "Fuck 'er," Millie encouraged. "Fuck 'er good." He did.
Gabe drilled the girl as if her cunt was part of some kind of machine, and his cock was a piston inside it. He screwed her again and again and again, and then she was crying out with her come "Ohhhh!" Emily gasped. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm c-o-o-o-o-ominggg!!!
Gabe held off as long as he could, but when he saw that Emily was coming off, he let himself go and shot off into her pussy. When he jerked his dick from her slot he had cleaned his last, and the girl had fallen back limply. The guy from the radio station had given a darned good account of himself!
The three of them collapsed onto the bed, where they lay entangled in one another's arms. His assignment from the radio station had been to learn as much as he could about sexual swinging, and he had certainly carried out his task efficiently. Henceforth, he decided, he would consider himself the station expert on that subject.
CHAPTER FIVE
-VILLAGE "ARTIST"
East Village is one of the most vital sections of New York City. With the "yuppification" of Greenwich Village, that former Bohemian bastion became too expensive for the young artists, writers and actors who formerly lived there, and they moved east. Small, rundown row-houses and dilapidated tenements line the narrow streets, often with unusual shops, coffee houses or cafes at ground level. Here are to be found some of the last artisans and hand-craftspeople in the modern city. Increasingly, yuppies have found their way here also, attracted by reasonable rents and the rich character of the neighborhoods.
Nat Baker was just such a guy. He had a good job in a mid-town skyscraper, but hated the idea of the long commute to the suburbs. Therefore, he found a flat for himself down in East Village, and traveled back and forth to work each day on the subway. He loved the colorful life of the Bohemian section of the Big Apple.
Nat knew that he could rely on the people who practiced the old crafts in the small shops around the Village. If he ever needed hand work done, he'd be better off in the city than out in the suburbs where all you had were chain stores and franchise places in gleaming new malls. Out there, nobody knew how to re-bind an old book or update the style of your old sport jackets.
One evening, Nat had a heavy date. He'd bought a new suit on sale at a discount house, one that didn't have a tailor on the premises to do the alterations. Now, with very little time, he was determined to try out the local trades people and see if one of them could come through for him. He'd been told about a woman who did fine handwork in her own flat, just above a dry cleaning place, and he was now on his way up the dark, narrow staircase to see her.
He knocked, and the door swung open. There was the gal, all right, asking him what he wanted. What a surprise! The dame wasn't the wizened old goat he had expected. Instead, she was a busty blonde, her hair done up demurely but the curves of her body poorly disguised by her dowdy outfit. Nat explained his mission, and was soon in the room she used for her tailoring work. A makeshift dressing room was curtained off on one side and a work bench with a sewing machine occupied the other. The woman introduced herself as So-So Sandra (Sew-Sew Sandra?), and she soon sized up the work that needed to be done on his pants. She had him go into the dressing room and put on the pants so that she could measure them properly, and Nat quickly agreed.
He was in the small changing room when he dropped his jeans to try on the fine new trousers that went with the suit. Feeling a draft on his naked ass, he turned to see that he had left the curtains parted. There across the room was the broad, seated with her legs spread and her hand unconsciously fiddling between her thighs. Holy shit! The gal was turned on by the sight of his ass, and the next thing Nat knew she had moved across the room to the curtained area and dropped a hand to the hairy curve of his bare ass.
"Ohhh," he heard her moan. "You've got some fine physique there, you know."
Nat could only murmur his thanks, as he attempted to climb into his new slacks. However, the gal was distracting him with her antics, raising her skirt and offering a comparison of their legs. She may have liked his powerful pair but he was crazy about her shapely ones. Nylon stockings and a fine garter emphasized the girls nifty gams. As he turned to face her and get a better look, he realized he had sprung a hard-on, and as he swung around the stiff-standing dork pointed right at the woman.
Sandra's mouth fell open at the sight, and she sank to her knees weakly. That gave her an even better angle to gaze upon his throbbing member, and she reached up automatically to fondle it. She rubbed the blue-veined shaft of his thick cock, then inched her parted lips closer to it. Her breath was hot as her lips touched the velvety skin of his cock-head, and soon the whole knob had slid into her mouth.
Nat stood there in his shirt, naked below the waist. He looked down in a combination of amazement and passionate pleasure, as the woman sucked away on his bone. His balls drew up tight and his dick tingled, signifying that he would shoot off in her mouth before long if she kept that up, so he gently drew his dick out from between her fast-working lips.
He doubled his hard cock over and pulled up his new pants, as the woman smiled and led him over to a chair. She had him stand on that while she measured his pants with a tape measure.
Nat felt her hands on his legs as she worked, and the more she touched him the hotter he got. He was looking down at her, an attractive woman despite the black-rimmed specs she wore and the way she had her hair up in a bun. Her breasts were jiggling beneath the shirt she had on underneath a dowdy tailor's vest, but her working attire did not fully hide her charms.
Nat felt his cock rise in his pants. The woman was working her way up from his cuffs, and when she got to his crotch she stopped short. She could not have failed to notice the bulge made by his dick, as his hard-on tented out the front of the slacks. Her hand brushed it, making it twinge with pleasure, and soon her busy fingers had undone the snap at his waist and unzipped his fly. As the guy gazed down with increasing desire, the woman lowered his pants enough to get his thick cock out in the open.
Nat stood there with his dick out, the thing fully hard now and throbbing noticeably. The woman's lips soon covered it once again, and as she sucked his dick he began sighing softly. She slid her lips off the hard head of his cock, then did a weird thing. She used her tape measure to gauge the circumference of his rod. Whatever the measurement was (Nat couldn't see it from his position on the chair) the woman was clearly impressed.
Sandra rose and skinned his pants the rest of the way down, then got him to remove them completely. Nonchalantly now, as if she always had a man in her home alteration room with his dick sticking out from below an open shirt, she went to her sewing table and began to work on the garment. Nat watched her, his cock signaling more than ever his determined with to fuck this voluptuous blonde. In time he went over to her table, then reached around from behind her chair and began caressing the huge, marvelously shaped mounds of her breasts. Sandra giggled as she worked, quickly finishing up the sewing on the cuffs of his pants. His hands had by then opened the buttoned front of her shirt, baring the wonderful, quivering tits. Her breasts were big and firm and smooth-fleshed, perfect full shapes the likes of which Nat had never seen. He got her to rise from her char, then sat her on the work table, her skirt bunched up to reveal most of her milky white thighs.
Nat was kneeling now to get a better look up between her legs, as the dame obligingly spread her thighs. Her pussy came into view, a pink slit in a softly modeled mound of tender, hair-covered flesh. The guy pressed his face against that cuntal mound, and his tongue parted the pussy lips. Soon his mouth was sucking up the hot fluids that her desire oozed from the deep cavern of her cunt.
He sucked hell out of her pussy, as she wiggled her ass on the work table and began moaning with the approach of an orgasm. When his tongue touched the stiffened nubbin of her clit, she went over the top, screeching loudly with the wild passion of a climax. She was bumping her ass up and down on the hard wood table as she spasmed again and again. When Nat finally pulled his face from her sopping hole, he knew she was ready for a fuck. And he was just the guy to stand up and throw it to her.
He was on his feet now, his cock set between the wet outer lips of the woman's cunt. She parted her legs even further, hot for the thrust that would send her into orbit once more. Nat began to press in, the blunt head of his dick parting the soft, flabby outer lips of her pussy.
In and in and in he shoved his stiff pecker, till he was sunk into her twat to the hit. Then he withdrew partially and punched in once more, and soon he was fucking in and out of her tight cunt like crazy. The more he fucked, the more the woman groaned and bucked upward with her loins to meet the thrusts of his dick, upward with her loins to meet the thrusts of his dick.
"Ohhh, more!" she begged. "More! More! More!"
Nat was glad to oblige, as he fucked harder and harder and harder into the woman's tightly clenching pussy. He was now pistoning rapidly m and out of her cunt, and she was writhing on the work table with the ecstasy of a powerful climax. He pulled out when she subsided, content to hold off his own orgasm for awhile.
When she slid off the table she immediately removed her skirt. As for Nat, all he had to do was slip out of his shirt and he was now naked. Sandra wore no panties, and the neat triangle of her pubic hair was in plain sight. She led the guy back to that chair, and as he stood behind it she climbed onto the seat on her knees. She got his cock through the spokes that made up the back of the chair, and her lips were soon all over the swollen cock-head. She sucked him like crazy, and it wasn't long before he shot off in her mouth. The woman didn't seem to mind, and she gulped all of it down.
Sandra was clad only in her shirt now, open down the front to reveal her fine breasts. She sat him in that same chair and then plopped right down on his lap. She wriggled her ass on his soft dick, till the thing began to respond, and when it stood straight up she plunged her pussy right down on it She was rising and falling oh his lap now, fucking away like mad. As she did so, she twisted about so that she could plant a hot kiss on his mouth, and as their tongues searched within each other's mouth, she worked her way about on his lap-pivoting on his hard dick-till she was facing him with each leg hanging down on one side of his lap.
"You like that?" she asked. "Yeah."
She smiled at his reply.
"I'll show you something even better," she said, slowly pulling upward to get her tight cunt off his dick. As he sat therein the chair wondering what she was doing, the woman got up on the seat with one foot on either side of him.
She was turned with her back to him, and when she bent way over she thrust out her naked ass into his face. She discarded her shirt now, and was bare as she thrust her mouth onto his dick. Nat felt a surge of pleasure as the woman's tongue did a number on his dick, and as he stared ahead he got a perfect view of her cunt from behind.
As she rocked back, her pussy came closer to his face, and Nat stuck out his tongue to taste the hot fluids that were leaking from her slit. He could smell her excitement, musky and strong and wildly heated. Then, as she sucked away on his pecker, standing on the chair and bent at the waist, he ate her pussy with relish.
They did that till she felt his balls tighten. She wanted more fucking, and for that he had to stay good and hard. She drew her lips oft his pecker and jumped down from the chair, then led him into the small dressing room area. She had him on the chair in there, where they French-kissed as she sat on his lap and he fiddled with her cunt. Then she slipped off his lap to the floor, knelt between his knees and went back to sucking his dick. It wasn't long before the vibrations in his rod told her that he was ready for a good strong fuck.
She got him off that chair and set it aside, sitting him down on a soft rug that she had on the floor. Then she straddled him, and as they kissed and hugged she worked his cock right up her pussy. She jiggled up and down, working his rod in and out of her cunt as she straddled him, and gradually she began to sit back. In time she was lying with her back to the rug, still plugged into his bone, as he sat up and increased his own movements. His loins moved feverishly now, fucking away into her pussy, as she lay back and gasped with pleasure.
They went at it like that for the longest time, till the woman eased her pussy off his prick. Then Sandra squirmed about so that she could get her face between his thighs. The next thing Nat knew, she was sucking his prick once again. Her lips slid back and forth over the throbbing skin of his dick, stopping at the high ridge of his cock-head on each out-thrust. She sucked away, increasing the pace of her movements, sending hot thrills through his body the likes of which he had never experienced in his life.
Nat gazed at her lovely face, her long blonde hair disheveled now, her eyeglasses long since gone. She was gorgeous all right, and there was nothing as pleasurable as seeing a beautiful woman going down on his cock. He loved the sight of his rigid dick, sliding in and out between the girl's soft lips. It was heavenly, and he just sat back and let himself thrill to it. This babe really knew how to eat cock!
When she took her lips off is rod, she begged him to fuck her, and he was glad to oblige. He came over her, as she lay on her back on the rug, and then he thrust his prong into the tight channel of her cunt. He humped her good, his body rising and falling over hers, his dick ramming powerfully in and out of her cunt. And then he felt himself about to come. This time there was now holding it back, not postponing it. He felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock tingle, and then he felt the wild surges of his semen shooting into the tight dark crevice of her pussy.
He shot into her cunt again and again, till finally he was spent. The girl gasped and fell back with the conclusion of her own climax, and then it was finally over. He slumped on top of her, satisfied at last. She had not only fixed his pants, she had hauled is fuckin' ashes!
Nat left the place convinced he'd moved into the right neighborhood. In East Village, you could find an artisan to do anything.
CHAPTER SIX
-MALE STRIPPER
42nd St!
The name spells pleasure. And sex. Times Square is the heart of New York's sin district; tourists come from the world over to sample the porno films, adult bookstores, strip joints and sleazy clubs. A new gimmick is the male strip-tease act. Women go in to get their cookies off by seeing handsome young men strip.
In one cellar joint, a private club for women only, it's possible for a lady to get it on with the guy she sees strip naked on the small stage. Only in New York! And only on anything-goes 42nd St.
Sharlene was new to the city, and new to the naughty world of Times Square entertainment. She had found her way into the small cellar club, on the tip of a woman friend who'd come back from an earlier visit to New York with wild tales of the city's wicked activities. Now, she was watching the striptease act for herself.
The girl had never seen anything like it. The guy on stage was incredible, a whirling dervish in glittering silver. She sat alone at the ringside table, sipping a cocktail and staring wide-eyed at the handsome young male stripper. She had paid her way into a membership, and then she had paid for a private performance. Her friend had recommended this procedure, and told her all about what she was in for, but actually being here and grooving on the young man s performance was more than she had bargained for.
Sharlene had selected a handsome stripper who called himself Hero. She had to admit to herself that he did indeed have a heroic physique. He had introduced herself to her, served the drink himself, and now he was performing for her pleasure. He had gone backstage, and when the recorded music had begun, he'd come out on stage in the wildest costume the girl had ever seen.
A glittering silver collar seemed to be made of metal links, and a silver cape flew out behind him as he whirled to the music. His pants were made of the same metallic stuff, so tight she could see the outline of his cock.
She gulped her drink and gasped aloud. In the eerie stage light, she could see beads of moisture forming on the bare chest of the young male stripper, and a strangely erotic fever flushed her face. The dancer moved close to the edge of the stage, bumping and grinding to the recorded music right above her, moving his arms-clad in black leather gloves-in a sensuous rhythm.
Sharlene had heard of these male strip-tease acts even before her friend had brought back wild tales from her visit to New York, but this was the first time she had been able to get up the courage to go to a big city where such shows were put on. In fact, Sharlene was so conscious about the risk of being seen going into such a club that she probably wouldn't have ventured into one if she'd known about a club nearer her home.
As she gazed up at Hero, so close she could almost smell the heat of his body, she understood why some women in audiences at this type of show are reputed to go wild and make a grab for the guy.
"Some of the women," her girl friend had told her, "reach right up and grab the man by his penis, I swear."
Sharlene was sweating with the heat of her passion as she watched the man's crotch, writhing inches from her face, and then something mad came over her. As if working with a will of their own, her hands shot out and she was pulling down those tight, silvery pants. The dancer went on grinding, even as her action revealed his bikini underpants, tight and skimpy and showing off the bulge of his genitals.
One hand had already snuck beneath Sharlene's dress, caressing her overheated pussy. She was in a daze, unaware of anything she was doing. As the girl stared at the mound in Hero's briefs, her fingers snuck beneath the leg band of her own panties to find the already moistened slit of her cunt.
Now she was really into it!
Her uncontrollable hands shot out for his briefs, grasping them, tearing them down, and now she was staring at the long, thick shaft of Hero's quivering cock. Sharlene had never seen a man naked before, and the sight drove her wild. As the muscular man danced, grinning with pleasure at the sight of her lust, his bone began to stand out, and now the swollen cock-head was waving near her lips in time to the crazed music streaming from the loud speakers.
Suddenly, as if in a hypnotic trance, Sharlene was on her knees at the foot of the stage, as the male stripper sank to a kneeling position above her. The young girl's lips found the throbbing head of the guy's dick, and for the first time in her life she was giving a man head. She sucked wildly away, as Hero went on writhing his loins to the music, and as the worked his way over onto his back on the stage the girl came over his crotch to go on sucking madly on the stiff rod of his prick.
When the rod slipped out of her mouth, she stood, and the stripper reached out and pulled down her thin white panties. The nakedness of her pussy only served to arouse the girl more, and she knew she had to have that man's huge prick up her twat. When Hero shucked off his silvery pants, leaving him with his bikini briefs hanging around his boots, and sat down on the stage apron, the lust-crazed gal hopped onto his lap.
Her dress was up enough so that when she straddled his lap she could work the thick knob of his dick right between the wet lips of her sweet young snatch. She rammed down on his upthrust prick, and--pop!--she broke through her maidenhead with his cock as in implement. Then she rode up and down on the dancer's lap, as the music came to an end and she felt herself thrilled with a wild Orgasm.
It was lucky for both of them that the club was empty, though a lot of wild action had taken place there even when a crowd was looking on. This was a private party, and under those circumstances it was anything goes. As they both stood on stage, his long cock buried in the tight sheath of her pussy, Hero lifted the girl by the ass and they danced around in an embrace of passion. When they had whirled about for a short time, he lay over on her back on the wooden planks of the stage and got over her to tuck away with wild power and abandon.
He pulled his wet cock out of her cunt only to turn her onto her stomach, then help her up to one knee. Getting around behind the girl, he rammed his dick right back up her pussy from the rear, then hunched over her and ripped it in and out of her grasping snatch. Again and again the powerful young male stripper fucked into her pussy, as the girl moaned and groaned and sighed with one fantastic climax after another.
At last they came to their senses. Quickly dressing, they agreed to head for the guy's nearby pad, where they could be guaranteed complete and continued privacy. Hero lived in a dingy building on West 44th Street, just a few blocks from the cellar club off 42nd. They were in the apartment just ten minutes after leaving the club, and Hero was serving Sharlene a glass of wine.
They sat on the couch, rapping about their wild experience at the club, and it wasn't long before they began to shuck off their clothes once more.
The girl's panties were off, and her dress had already ridden above her thighs. As for Hero, the handsome young man had stripped off his pants, and he sat sipping his wine on the couch with nothing on but a T-shirt. They cuddled together, exchanged endearing words, and gradually the guy's hand came down toward Sharlene's crotch. She didn't even make an effort to stop him, didn't even want him to stop, as his fingers invaded the wet slit of her cunt.
As the guy skillfully caressed the inner pussy lips, Sharlene's hand found its way to his rod. She grasped the thick-organ, already half hard, and began to massage it with her curled fingers. The guy let out a sigh of passion as she stroked the underside of his cock-head. He was now pistoning a finger in and out of her twat, while her hand vibrated wildly up and down the length of his now-stiff dick.
The girl just had to get another taste of that not-fleshed prick in her mouth, and she put down her drink on the coffee table to lower her dress. As Hero went for her bobbing breast with a lusty mouth, she folded her upper body over his lap and seized his wavering cock. The feeling of his hard-on in her hands drove her wild, and soon the mushroom-shaped head of his dick was between her pursed lips. She sucked away on the young male stripper's dick, filling her mouth and poking out one cheek.
As the girl sucked his dick, Hero set down his drink and pulled off his T-shirt. He was naked now, as Sharlene slipped off the couch and down onto the floor where she went right on wolfing down his throbbing cock. She had never sucked dick before, but she sure knew how to do it. What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm, as her lips glided up and down the length of his prick. Hero was beside himself with pleasure, and knew he couldn't hold his juice much longer.
Suddenly he squirted semen right into her mouth, and the hot-blooded beauty kept on sucking. She gulped a few times as he spurted cream into her mouth again and again. She loved every drop of it, and she swallowed all of it right down. It was the first time the girl had tasted the hot spurts of a man's cock-juice, and she just couldn't get enough of the thick, nectar-like stuff.
Hero's dick was now only half hard, and the girl was determined to work it back up to full stiffness. She rose, lifting her dress as the thing drooped down from above to bare her breasts completely. Her dress now a sash of fabric around her waistline, the girl straddled the guy's lap and stuffed his softening prick up her pussy.
She rode up and down on the rod, giving him pleasing sensations with her cunt that gradually brought him back to hardness, and then she worked her way about to face him, so they could hug and kiss as she fucked up and down on his lap.
When the male strip-tease artist got his full strength back, he got the girl onto her back on the couch, stood over her with one foot beside her wriggling body and the other on the carpeted floor, then fucked down into the tight slot of her pussy.
He fucked into her again and again, as she writhed and moaned and sighed in ecstasy on the couch, and then as she rolled up onto her shoulders to present her cunt to him at a better angle, he climbed all the way onto the couch with both feet to pound down into her suctioning little pussy with his stiff dick.
He pulled out before he got so worked up that he shot his load again, and as the girl rolled down from her shoulders to her back and then rose from the couch, she drew off her dress, by then a sweaty roll of cloth around her middle. Naked now, she climbed onto his lap as he dropped back into the comfort of the couch. Her pussy came down on the stiff rod of his pecker, and she vigorously worked her tight sheath up and down the full length, till the guy could hold off his come no longer and squirted up into her pussy.
She screamed with joy as she felt the bursts of spunk inside her twat, and as one of her up-thrusts jumped her right onto the tip of his dick. She slid down slowly on it, even as the guy spurted repeatedly into the heated cavern of her cunt.
They were on the couch together for a long time after that, sipping their wine and talking in low tones. It took awhile for the male dancer to recover for more action, and when he did he swept the girl into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. On the satiny bedspread, he set her on hands and knees, then lay beside her with his face toward her crotch.
As she watched his hard-on come slowly back to fullness, he began to eat her pussy, arousing her, making her juices flow, and gradually preparing her for another fuck. She marveled at this amazing young stud. He sure knew how to turn a chick on, from the stage or in abed.
As Hero turned onto his back, the girl moved her mouth closer to his now-stiff rod. She fondled it, then slid her smooth lips over the swollen cock-head. She had the whole thing in her mouth now, as she tickled the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue, then blew gently into it and began sliding her lips up and down the thick shaft Below her, she could hear the guy moaning softly. He would be ready to fuck her soon, and she was so turned on that she was fully ready for it Before long, Hero rose and got the girl on hands and knees, and then he was hunched over her, setting his weight on his knees as he found the slit of her cunt from the rear with the nutlike head of his dick.
In it slid, and then he was humping the girl fiercely from behind. He fucked her cunt doggie-style, faster and faster and faster, as she gasped and strained and worked hard to keep supporting her body on hands and knees. Soon the girl was climaxing again, screaming out her pleasure, breathing more heavily than ever before, then sighing as she went over the top and her intense pleasure began to diminish.
That was when Hero shot off again. His come wasn't as strong as before, but it was deeply satisfying. Then his flaccid organ slid out and the girl collapsed on her stomach on the bed. The powerful young dancer dropped over her.
Sharlene was totally satisfied. Never in her life had she felt this wonderful. All she had wanted was to see one of those famous 42nd Street male strip acts. She had gotten more than she had bargained for. Not only had she seen the most exciting male stripper in town, she'd gotten fucked silly by the guy.
Not all of Hero's admiring women fans could make that boast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
-DIPLOMATIC SEDUCTION
"Get the U.S. out of the U.N. and the U.N. out of the U.S."
That's what right-wingers used to say, but the girls who fuck United Nations diplomats say, "Get the U.N. into us! They like those hard cocks and the hard currency that goes along with them. Diplomats usually have a pipeline into the treasuries of their countries, and what better use for it than showing a lady a good time in New York City?
One young diplomat didn't even have to look for girls. The handsome representative of a central European country had to shoo them away. Yet, somehow, the babes came around, and the good looking statesman always knew how to make the best of a terrific situation.
The parlor of the Manhattan hotel suite where he stayed was ideal for the young stud's purposes. A swivel statesman was it!
chair sat at a handsome mahogany desk, where he could conduct his official work. Then, there was a glamorous bedroom, where he could conduct the unofficial activities.
One day, his doorbell rang and he admitted a secretary that a local office services company had sent at his request He paused a second before letting her in, that's how pretty the girl was. Then he ushered her into the parlor that served as his office away from home.
The secretary was ready, steno pad in hand, when he began dictating some important diplomatic correspondence. He couldn't help but notice the blonde's fantastic body, nor the admiring glances she occasionally gave him from behind her pad. The diplomat donned his spectacles and gazed down the cleavage between her breasts, a deep dark crevice that promised hot pleasure. Her boobs were huge, massive globes of smooth white flesh, and the foreign visitor soon had a stiff hard-on in his pants.
The girl crossed and uncrossed her legs, her dress parting in front to reveal much of her marble thighs. He continued dictating diplomatic correspondence, even as the girl noticed his attentions and found her way to his lap. She knew what she wanted, and this handsome foreign statesmen was it The man didn't question her brazen action. After all, the office procedures in one nation are quite different from those in another, and he hadn't been in American long enough to be sure that this was unusual. Besides, women always went for him in a big way.
What better way to take dictation, than from the boss's lap. A girl won't miss a word that way, and she'll be able to feel the hot sausage of his cock through his pants and her dress.
After a tune, the girl shifted her lush body to the open desk, then parted her legs to give the diplomat a perfect view of her crotch. That was all the invitation he needed. His words were lost in a muffled sound as his mouth found the wet slot between her thighs. His tongue snuck between the fleshy lips of her cunt and dug within. The girl was moaning over her steno pad as she felt her clit massaged by the young diplomat's tongue.
Her trembling fingers parted the front of her pretty dress, revealing the pink-fleshed mound of her huge, swaying breasts. When the foreigner came up for air, traces of her pussy juice on his hungry lips, he gazed upon the great globes of her tits. His glasses, already fogged with his passionate sweat, fell from his eyes as he pressed his face between her marvelous breasts.
It was only after he drew back that he asked the girl her name, and when told it was Honey introduced himself as Andre. She smiled, then rose from the desk and set down her pad. She reached down below his vest and found the zipper of his pants, brought it down and freed the thick piece of throbbing cock-meat within. She admired him as she stroked his dick, a dashing young man with a muscular physique and the distinguished look of a diplomat. She bent and got a closer look at his thick rod, then pursed her lips and gave the swollen head a kiss.
As the man sighed, she slid the prick into her mouth, then sucked it gently. Andre was removing his suit jacket, then his vest, as he sat back in the swivel chair. Honey went right on sucking his dick, even as she took down his pants.
Her lips were riding up and back on the spit-slickened skin of his rod, and she could feel it throbbing like a living animal inside her mouth. She felt him move toward the desk and glanced up as her tongue did a dance on the underside of his cock-head. She couldn't believe it!
Those diplomats sure were devoted to duty!
Even as she went on sucking his rod, the guy was making a transatlantic telephone call," and from the sound of the conversation she realized he was discussing important international matters with the foreign minister of his country.
By the time he hung up, his pants were down around his ankles. Her jaw tired from all that cock-sucking, the blonde drew her lips off his prick. Andre had a pleased look on is face, as he pulled her up onto his lap. He turned her about, facing away from him, and lifted her so that her open pussy was right over the tip of his upstanding cock. Then he lowered her gently but firmly, sliding his pecker all the way up the hotly lubricated channel of her cunt.
Honey rode up and down on his stiff stalk, thrilling to the heated sensations inside her twat. She was bouncing up and down as fast as she could, then gradually screwed herself around on his rod so that she faced him. The diplomat put his arms around her and they kissed, as she gently slid up and down on his hard pole of flesh.
They went at it like that till the guy remembered he had more important official correspondence to dictate. He boosted her off his lap and set her down, then rose and kicked off his pants. Clad only in his shirt now, he turned her about and leaned her over the back of the secretarial chair. She set her feet widely apart, willingly spreading her thighs so that he could enter her pussy from the rear with the stiff spear of his dick. He was already dictating an important memo to his staff, as the swollen head of his cock separated the wet lips of the girl's hot pussy.
She had her steno pad in hand as she bent over the chair back, feverishly taking shorthand. He was now plunging his rod in and out of the tightly grasping channel of the girl's that, fucking harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me like that. Ohhh!"
The girl's knees dug into the seat of the chair, and her stomach was pressing hard into the edge of the chair back, as she gasped for breath, thrilled to the thrusting within her cunt and tightened her sweat-moistened fingers on the pencil as she jotted down his every word.
Before long, the diplomat pulled his wet rod out of the hot furnace of her snatch and came around behind the chair to stand before her. Honey felt a surge of excitement at the sight of his prick, standing straight out, stiff as a flagpole and glistening with the juice from her own enflamed cunt. She put aside her stenography and slid her lips over the wavering head of his dick. Then, as the European visitor sighed and moaned with intense pleasure, she gave him the blowjob of his life.
Looking down at that lovely face, seeing his dick disappear into her cutely shaped mouth with every stroke, the guy just had to fuck her. He pulled slowly out, his dick straining and throbbing at every vein with his wild delight, and he took the girl in his arms.
Kissing her, he half-lifted her off lap and guided her onto the desk. There she lay on her back on the fancy desk with its gleaming brass hardware, looking much like a girl who wanted to get fucked more than anything else in the world.
And that's what she was.
The diplomat obliged.
He hastened around to a position at the side of the desk where he could stand and fuck into her. Then, grasping her ankles, he drew her legs up and apart, baring her pussy and spreading the lips open for the entry of his cock. His prong was if anything stiffer and harder and more swollen than before as he pressed the mushroom-shaped head into the tight slit of her pussy. In he pushed, till he sank the whole throbbing shaft all the way in.
He was pounding wildly into the girl's tight young snatch, fucking her faster and faster, when the telephone rang. Even as Andre whaled into her pussy with the rampaging stalk of his dick, the girl managed to answer the phone for him Now that was a secretary.
It was a transatlantic call from the foreign minister. She stayed cook, replying to his questions like any good secretary. Though she had just been sent up to the diplomat's quarters by an temporary office service company, she answered so well that the minister didn't even have to speak to Andre.
From taking his dictation and recalling the memo to his staff, Honey knew all the right replies.
Andre was delighted.
When she hung up the phone he burst out laughing. What a secretary the service had sent for him. She could handle a telephone call even while he fucked hell out of her cunt. He pulled out his cock and helped her off the desk. His work was done and now all he had to do was enjoy the rest of the afternoon. He escorted Honey into the sitting room that adjoined the front room of the hotel suite, and there he sat her on the couch.
Honey was impressed by the room. The walls were wood-paneled and the couch was deep and luxurious. The diplomat came close to her, admiring the swaying of her massive tits. He worked his stiff cock between them, thrilling slot, he felt the satiny breast flesh as his rod buried itself in the cleavage between them.
The girl took her tits in hand and pressed them closer together, squeezing his prick and increasing the pleasure for both of them.
Andre sawed away between her breasts, thrusting his dick in between the large round breasts as if he were fucking her in the pussy. The sight of the huge pillows of snowy white tit flesh around his organ aroused him wildly, and he knew it was time to fuck the girl for real.
He withdrew his dick and eased the girl over onto her back along the comfortable couch and climbed atop her. His cock-head found the entrance to her quim and as he raised his body over hers the weight pressed the rod all the way into the hot depths of her pussy. Then he began to pump in and out, his naked ass stabbing the air as he drove his loins against hers again and again and again.
He knew it wouldn't be long before he would shoot off in her pussy, but now he didn't care. The girl was already screaming with the joy of an orgasm, and as she began to slow down her counter-thrusting and turn her cries into whimpers, Andre felt a surge of intense passion that signaled the onset of his own orgasm He shot into her, and the girl could feel the burst of hot cream fill her roiling pussy.
Andre pistoned his rod into the wet cavern of her pussy again and again, fucking her at a wild pace. He shot off again and again, and when he pulled out at last he creamed his last right onto the hairy mat of her pubic patch. His "creamy come dribbled all over the wiry curls' of her cuntal hair, and tiny droplets of scum were everywhere. The diplomat was exhausted, his body finally dropping onto hers, as the two of them entwined in a sweaty embrace.
Andre lay over the girl for along time, till he felt twinges of passion return to his dick. His soft cock had slipped out of the wet hole of Honey's pussy, and he had risen far enough off her limp body for her to roll onto her side on the couch. He dropped to his side too, snuggled in behind her, his flaccid prick pressed against the rounded curve of her butt.
They lay like that for a long time, till those twinges of pleasure in Andre's soft cock began full-fledge urges of passion. As his dick hardened, he worked it between the fleshy halves of Honey's ass, finding the opening of her pussy from the rear. "Ohhhhh!"
She let out a moan of pleasure as his half-hard cock penetrated partially, and then she was shifting her nates back against the soft flesh of her moist cunt.
In and out he probed with his dick, as the organ increased in girth and hardness. Finally, he was stabbing wildly into the depths of her pussy, his cock as long and stiff as it had been before he shot off in her twat.
That's when he rose up above her enough for the girl to lift her body to hands and knees. He was now on one knee behind her, his dick still up her slot, one foot on the floor to brace himself as he drove powerfully in and out of her cunt with a dick that was now hard as a steel rod.
He fucked her till she begged for a climax, then pulled out, turned her onto her back and made a dive for her pussy with his lust-starved tongue. Her head was propped up on cushions and her body stretched out, her thighs parted and the wet lips of her pussy open to his mouth as he sucked away at her cunt. She was squirming and thrusting her loins to meet his hard-working mouth, and then writhing with the ecstasy of another fantastic orgasm.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He sucked her cunt for all he was worth, thrusting his tongue in as far as it would go.
"That's it, baby," she cried out. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm really coming from that now. Oh. I'm coming. OH! OH! OH! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'M CO-O-O-O-MINGG!!!"
She wanted more, and when he pulled his mouth away and dropped onto his back to the couch, the sex-hungry blonde sat right up on his chest and fed him her cunt for some more pussy-lapping. In time she reversed her position, lying end-to-end over him so that she could suck his cock as he ate her pussy dry.
Andre wanted more of that mouth on his dick, so he got her on her back and stood with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the sofa, then thrust his hard cock between her pursed lips. She sucked him good.
After a time he withdrew and rammed his rod between her huge breasts, then ran the tip up into her mouth once more. It was very undiplomatic, but the foreign statesman was going bananas. He wanted his dick in her cunt, in her mouth and between her fantastic tits.
The blonde giggled as she sucked away on his dick. She pressed her breasts around the shaft at the same time. And that's when the guy shot off one last time.
It had been a diplomatic breakthrough!
CHAPTER EIGHT
-ARTIE ARTISTS
Life can be pretty good in New York's colorful Greenwich Village. It's a world of picturesque, tree-lined Side streets and clusters of bookstores, boutiques and coffee houses. If you've got a decent job uptown, you can ride a half-dozen stops down to the Village and find yourself in another world, more sophisticated and interesting than any suburb.
Artie and Lew were a couple of artists who made their money in mid-town advertising agencies, dabbled in fine art during their spare hours and shared a pad in the Village. Their main interest in life, it should go without saying, was girls.
One of the things they liked to do was hang out in front of the pretty row house in which they had a floor-through apartment, just watching the girls go by. They often saw some of the prettiest chicks in the Village. One day, while they were at their favorite preoccupation, they caught sight of a real eye-popper.
There they were, hanging out as usual and observing the passing scene, when along came the sexiest blonde they'd seen in their lives.
Her long hair was swept to one side and hung down in a ponytail, and the fine curves of her body were emphasized by a dress that clung to her sensational figure.
Lew gave her an appreciative appraisal, and the girl smiled at the attention. She was soon in the pad the two of them shared, settled into the love-seat in the living room. The girl had liked the two artists right off, and she dug the artistic design they'd given to their apartment.
Artie had quickly settled in beside the beautiful blonde, and he moved fast. Tender caresses turned quickly to the hottest French kiss his lips and tongue had ever tasted. Lew was standing alongside the love-seat, and as he gazed down at the voluptuous blonde making out with his buddy his dick got as stiff as the handle of one of his paint brushes. It tented out the front of his slacks.
Her name was Roxanne, and she was the kind of girl who would never be content to feast her lips on another mouth when she could slide them over the swollen head of a stiff pecker. In fact, she was the kind of girl who could never get enough of a man's dick, as the two guys were about to find out She turned away from the dude in blue jeans she was necking with on the small couch and made a grab for the bulge in Lew's pants.
He stared down at her in amazement enchanted by her lovely features, as she unzipped his fly and whipped out the swelling stalk of his prick. He saw her sensuous .lips glide over the thickened tip, and as she tickled the tiny hole with the end of her tongue his nuts started to tighten with passion.
Now it was Artie's turn to look on in envy, as the girl made wild slurping sounds with Lew's pecker in her mouth. Her lips were surging along the taut flesh of his rod, as she made his bone disappear into her mouth and reappear covered with a slick coating of spittle.
That was too much for the other guy, as he slipped off the love-seat to the carpeted floor, then slowly pushed up the lower hem of the girl's dress. Her smooth-fleshed thighs appeared, tapered and lovely, and as she inched forward to get a better angle on one guy's prick, the other got a scorching view up her raised dress.
Her thighs were parted, and he could see the dark vee of her pussy. As he lifted the dress higher and shed more light on the subject, he got a full vision of the softly puffed triangle of her pubic mound, covered with curly blonde hairs and clefted with the moistening slit of her hot little pussy.
Then, as Roxanne went on wolfing down the throbbing peter of the standing man, his roommate pushed his face between her soft thighs and made scintillating contact with the open slot between her legs. His tongue probed her cunt-hole and the tip tickled the swollen pink nub of her clit. She was lubricating something fierce, and Artie was lapping up the hot, pungent juices.
Artie came up for air, and as he rose the girl made room on the love-seat for Lew, who slumped into it with his pants now half down. Artie suggested the bedroom, but his roommate's bare ass was glued to the couch and the girl was determined to finish the job she'd begun with her mouth on his dick. He shrugged and headed for the bed chamber himself, sure the girl would soon follow. As for Roxanne, she folded right over Lew's lap and found the swollen knob of his prick with her parted lips.
It wasn't long before she got what she wanted, a burst of semen from the tiny hole of his dick that hit the roof of her suctioning mouth. It was soon filled with bitter-sweet, creamy spunk, that flowed over her tongue as she swallowed again and again. The guy's prick had just stopped spasming, and he slumped back in pleasure in the love-seat, as the gobs of semen from his prick were gulped repeatedly down the welcoming gullet of the come-happy blonde.
Soon the two of them were naked. Roxanne's body was even more impressive in the buff. She climbed onto his lap, first sitting with her back to the chest and then facing him, a whirling dervish of wild sexuality, always with his semi-soft prick in the wet slit of her pussy, constantly using it as a pivot. She was gradually sliding up and down on the pole, stimulating it, gently bringing him back to a state of hardness.
It took some time, but the girl was relentless. She'd sucked his cock and now she wanted a good, thorough fucking. Up and down on is hardening tool she rode, and when the thickening shaft of flesh finally filled the tight hole of her pussy, she felt the waves of pleasure pour through her body. That just made Roxanne increase the determination with which she fucked up and down on Lew's lap.
Finally, the guy boosted her off his lap and set her on the love-seat on her hands and knees. He got in behind her, then drew her down to the carpet, her chest pressed to the cushions of the small couch. On his knees on the floor now himself, he worked his cock between her thighs and sank the fat head between the wet lips of her pussy. Then, as Roxanne let out a yelp of surprise, he burrowed his dick all the way into the tight depths of her cunt.
He began to saw in and out, fucking away at the squirming blonde, her shapely ass pressed to his abdomen now. The more she moaned and squirmed, the harder he fucked the girl, ramming his pecker--now fully hardened once again--in and out at a feverish pace. Just as he heard the girl shout with a wild sound that told him she was coming, he shot off in her twat.
"Ohhhhhh," the girl cried out. "Oh! Oh! OH! I'm really getting off on this, man. Ohhhhh!!!!!"
The guy was shooting of again and again in the heated depths of the girl's tight snatch. Waves of pleasure washed over his body. She was moaning and groaning with the power of her own climax, as the two of them came together in a wild blend of desire and gratification.
The sight and sounds further stimulated the guy. Eventually, they lay on the floor in a. limp heap. They were there for some time, exhausted, but when Lew pulled the blonde to her feet he led her into the bedroom.
It was a seductive room, painted in warm tones. The two guys were expert ill at using color to get a desired effect, and the intent in the decor of the bedroom was to seduce babes. The subtle hues of the walls carried over to the soft spread that covered the big bed. It was all very inviting.
Lew soon had the blonde on her side on the comfortable mattress, as he stood over her, his dick right near her lips. He was unaware of the presence of his roommate, sitting patiently in an easy chair in the far corner of the room As Artie took all of this in, Lew slipped his dick between the girl's eager lips, till she sucked him quickly back to hardness.
Lew climbed onto the bed, got in behind the girl and worked his prick in between her flanks. As she moaned softly, he found the moist slit of her cunt from behind, then eased his cock deeply in. She lay there on one side as he sawed briskly in and out, and it wasn't long before she felt the power of another orgasm coming on.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna come," she gasped. "Sock your dick into me, man. I'm gonna come."
As she began to cry out even more loudly with desire, Lew got over her, rolling her onto her stomach. She came up to her hands and knees as he hunched over the girl from the rear, his cock still buried in her pussy from between her thighs.
Then he nicked her in the cunt, doggie-style, pistoning his rod in and out of the hot channel of her quim. She was screaming with a real orgasm now, as he rammed his pecker deeply in and out She thrust out her bum, holding her body rigid and making her rump as prominent as possible. Lew's knees dug into the mattress as he powered his loins into her again and again. His rod was a hot poker in the depths of her pussy, and the heat from her passionate pit thrilled him powerfully.
He fucked her till she finally dropped to the bed on her belly, pulling her pussy off his prick. Then he rolled her over onto her back and parted her thighs. As he pressed his cock into her wet slit once again, she drew up her legs till her knees touched her tits, and then he really threw a mean fuck into her cunt. Rising on his knees, he got all of his weight into it and began to rampage. His thick member whip-sawed in and out of the grasping slot of her cunt, as he fucked her again and again and again.
When he fell exhausted over the girl's limp body, he thought she had finally had enough, but no such thing. She caressed his naked ass and urged him on, but all he could do at that point was raise himself on his elbows and shake his head.
He pulled out of the smiling girl's pussy and got off the bed, and that was when Artie came over from the corner of the room. He replaced Lew on the bed, as the first guy went over to seat himself on a chair, but Artie liked a girl to cater to him more than to have him exert himself over her.
He lay himself comfortably on his back on the bed, his head propped up on a cushion placed against the wooden headboard. As Artie stretched his body back, the girl got off the bed and came around to the side.
She knelt on the floor and brought her face over his crotch, where his cock stood straight up like a totem pole out of the dark, wiry curls of his pubic bush. Her lips parted with passion, and her mouth slid over the thickened tip of his cock. She heard the guy heave a sigh of pleasure as her mouth tightened on the rigid flesh of his dick, and then she was sliding up and down on his pole, her lips lubricating the way with her spittle. Up and down on his rod Roxanne sucked, as Lew roused himself and came over to get a better look. She was suctioning crazily with her mouth, till she felt a quivering of his balls against her chin and then a sudden increase of the girth of his slab of flesh in her sucking mouth.
Then he came!
Artie shot off right into the wildly suctioning mouth, the burst of hot liquid hitting the back of the girl's throat. Avariciously, she went right on sucking, gulping down spurt after hot spurt of creamy wet jism.
Lew was deeply pleased by the girl's brilliant cock-sucking action. He'd never seen a girl suck off another guy before, and he just had to join in. His dick was stiff as a paintbrush handle once again, and he was ready for more action with this insatiable girl.
She pushed herself over to the side of the bed where Lew now stood with his prick standing straight out, and it wasn't long before she had her lips over that cock too. As she sucked away on Lew's throbbing rod, Artie came back to his senses and made a grab for her voluptuous body.
He rolled her onto her back, parted her thighs and worked in his dick, half-soft by that time from the cock-sucking. As she went on tooting a tune on Lew's hard skin-flute, Artie worked his dick back to hardness by easing it in and out of her fleshy cunt.
This was a chick the two of them had to have for a roommate, and he was sure that she had to have them too. After all, she was an artist groupie, and the kind of gal for whom one man is never enough. She needed a couple of powerful young studs to share her body, and they were just the pair who wanted to do it Yes, life could be very nice for a couple of successful artists in New York City's famous Greenwich Village.
CHAPTER NINE
-ON THE LINE
New York City has many a renowned institution of higher learning, and like colleges in other parts of the country, they have their sports teams. Football may not be the biggest sport in the city, but some of the universities even field football squads. The only difference between their teams and those of other institutions around the country is that the New York squads never win. One city university that boasts a football team has become nationally famous for losing, yet, the quarterback is a genuine star. He plays for a hopeless squad, but he's good, and that makes him a big man on campus, no less so than if he attended a famous jock school with a bowl caliber team.
Now there was a terrific looking cheerleader at the same school, and she had eyes for the well known quarterback. One day, she was practicing her pompon routine, but she was dreaming of something else. She wanted to be the best performer on the cheerleading squad, but there was something that Suzy wanted even more.
His name was Adam, and he was the renowned quarterback, the only famous football player at the University. Everyone else on the squad stank. Moreover, he was a handsome devil with a nearly perfect grade-point average and a big dick.
Suzy was dreaming of getting fucked by that huge whang, even as she practiced her cheerleading routine. As she did a split on the floor of the gymnasium, working out with the other girls before they went over to the practice field. Splitting like that made her pussy feel good.
She imagined herself dropping her pussy right onto the upthrust prong of the quarterback's dick, and as she wriggled about and slowly rose, she pictured his thick cock churning inside her hot cunt, then drawing slowly out She was fiddling with her pussy, sneaking a feel on herself, She felt her twat grow moist and sensitive to the touch, as she completed her tricky routine. Her practice over, she was soon on her way to the football field. There, the team was working out for Saturday's big game. If all went well, they'd break one of the longest losing streaks in the history of college sports. And if things went as expected, they'd just extend the string and get another few lines in the nations' sports press.
In the brisk autumn air she watched the guys scrimmage, focusing on every move the handsome quarterback made. When the practice broke up, she saw Adam striding over to the sidelines, and her heart skipped a beat. He was as anxious to meet her as she was to get to know him.
They stood chatting by the chain-link fence, and he invited her over to dorm. She quickly agreed to go with him, and after he got his football helmet, they went directly to the dorm. Suzy felt her pussy start to cream as he dropped into a chair. She was so aroused by the sight of him in his fancy football uniform, that she begged him to put on the helmet and complete the picture.
The gamy aroma that came off his uniform shirt, still moist with his perspiration, excited the girl as she pressed closely to him. She was kneeling before him now, her cunt tingling beneath her short cheerleader's skirt. Her hand caressed the satiny uniform pants that bulged with his hard thigh muscles, and her trembling fingers began to undo the lacing at his fry.
Adam didn't object as the hot-cunted young girl reached into his football pants and stroked the thickening stalk of his prick. Soon she had the thing out of his fly, and her eyes widened with surprise at its size.
"Hot damn!" she gasped. "That's the biggest whang I've ever seen."
"Ain't it?" the young scholar-athlete said, pride written across his handsome face.
Suzy was stroking Adam's hard dick, watching with amazement as the mushroom-shaped glans started to swell she thrilled to the smooth feel of his cock flesh, and the surging of the blood in his tool was matched by a flutter of her own pulse beat. Suzy leaned forward, and suddenly the velvety flesh of Adam's cock-head made scintillating contact with the soft skin of her lips. Then her lips pursed and her mouth slid over the swollen knob.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, as she took the whole rod into her mouth.
For the first time in her young life, the pretty cheerleader was sucking a guy's dick. Her blood raced as her mouth suctioned his prick, and soon her whole head was bobbing forwards and back on the heavy staff of his cock. She came up for air, her twat wet with excitement, needing Adam's rod to fill it and get her off.
The strong young football star could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that, her passion had overcome all her inhibitions. He rose and took her in his arms, his dick still sticking straight out of his uniform pants, and then he kissed her full on the shapely lips that had just been sucking off his cock.
"Ohhh."
The girl gasped as he lifted her short skirt and reached underneath, feeling the wet mat of her pussy hair. His finger parted the soft lips of her cunt and probed within. Then he began sliding it in and out of the hot, wet slit.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" his digital ministrations provoked excited gasps from the inexperienced girl. "OH! OH! OH!" she kept crying out.
Soon he pulled her onto his lap as he settled back into the chair, then snaked the tip of his dick between her moist cuntal lips and skewered her down onto it. Suzy felt wild desire rip through her body as she began to ride up and down on the young athlete's prick.
"Uh, uh, uh," she kept grunting.
The girl was moving her agile body faster and faster. She cried out in excitement as she felt a climax ripple her insides, and the next thing she knew the guy had lifted her off his lap and turned her around to face the chair.
"Oh, I'm coming from this," she was crying out. "Oh! I m really getting off from this. OH! OH! OH! This is too much. Ohhhhh!!!!!"
Suzy braced herself on the back of the chair as he got in behind her and stuck his cock head between her cuntal lips from the rear. Then he thrust gently in, filling her tight young pussy with the thick meat of his cock. In and out he tenderly worked his rod, till the girl was creaming with wild pleasure. He pulled out briefly, but only to strip off his heavy football pants, as Suzy stepped daintily out of her skirt.
More. More," she begged.
He got her bent over the chair.
"Fuck my pussy from behind," she gasped.
He did.
He slammed his thick rod into her tight, wet cuntal sheath from the rear, then drilled her repeatedly. She was grunting loudly with excitement, as he fucked into her again and again and again. When he: finally withdrew his dick this time it was to drop back into the chair and pull the girl onto his lap, facing him for some more fun.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked breathlessly, - "You'll see."
He had his cock up her pussy again in a trice, and as the girl rocked up and down on it, they kissed passionately, their tongues exploring one another's mouth.
"I'm getting there," she gasped. "I'll keep fucking you till you come."
"Oh. Oh. I'm almost there. Ohhhhh!"
She was coming again. She was screaming with the pleasure of her orgasm, and then she popped off his dick to return to a kneeling position at his feet. His rod was standing straight up, gleaming with the fluids of her cunt, as she slid her lips over the knob again and went all the way down on his prick.
Suzy felt his prick throb, then felt his balls tighten beneath her chin. Something was happening. Suddenly, there was a wild thrust of the cock in the girl's mouth and she felt a burst of syrupy liquid hit the back of her throat.
He was coming!
Adam was shooting off in her mouth!
Suzy gulped, felt the sticky fluid slide down her throat. Blast after hot blast of semen filled her mouth. The girl swallowed for all she was worth, gulping copious quantities of cock-juice down her gullet. A hot thrill shot through her body at the idea of this handsome young athlete creaming in her mouth and throat. She loved it. She loved every second of it, and every drop.
When the cock-throbbing had finally stopped, the girl parted her lips and took in a breath of air. She let the hot slab of cock meat slide out of her mouth. Then she licked her chops and swallowed down the last taste of jism The experienced hadn't turned her off. Oh no. Sucking cock and getting a load down her throat had only served to heighten her girlish passion.
"You ready for more so soon?" the young quarterback asked in surprise.
"Just watch," the girl came back, as she sprang into action.
She quickly had the young man stripped to his numbered uniform shirt; she was clad only in the top of her pompon girl uniform. She urged Adam over to the small bed in the dorm room, and then she was on her back on the soft bedspread.
The powerful young football player was over her like a wild animal, flattening her to the mattress, thrusting his thick cock deeply into her pussy. She thrilled to the feeling of his weight on her body, the scent of sweat on his numbered jersey.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she sighed.
"You're beautiful, Suzy, he came back. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever fucked."
"Do you mean it?"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Yeah."
Adam was now braced on his knees and his elbows as he rammed his prick in and out of the tight tunnel of her pussy. She bucked her loins up to meet is every thrust, as his hard dick-fully recovered now after shooting off in her mouth-sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
When he finally let up on the girl it was to strip off his uniform shirt. Suzy was busy removing her own top, and then they were on the bed together again, the young quarterback still sporting his leather shoulder pads and white athletic socks.
Suzy lay back again, spreading her thighs in a bold invitation, as Adam lay on his side to get his face down close to her pussy. He peered at the fur-cover ad mound, then parted the thick outer lips with his fingers. He heard the girl moan with passion as he saw the slick pink innards spread open to his view like the blossoming of a rose.
"Eat me," she begged. "I've--I've never had a guy do that to me before."
"It's great," he said. "You'll dig it." "Do it. Do it" Then his tongue was in the moist crevice of her cuntal slit and the girl's hips were grinding into the soft bedspread. He tasted her pungent pussy fluids, as his tongue lapped up and down the delicate inner cuntal lips.
Suzy's body was shaking with a magnificent climax as her lover's tongue-tip reached the straining little bud of her clitoris and licked it round and 'round and 'round.
"OHHH!!!" the girl cried out in passion. "That's incredible, Adam. OHHH!!!"
He went on eating her pussy, stimulating her clit, then lapping up and down the pink, petal-like inner pussy lips.
When the girl's body finally went limp, the young college stud dropped onto his back and the girl rolled nearer to him on her side. She found his cock, still at least half hard, and began to toy with it.
"Oh, I dig that" he said encouragingly. "Go on playing with it like that, honey."
She did.
And, after all, that's the thing that really turned her on about the guy in the first place. He wasn't just a student; he was a hero.
A hero with the biggest whang she'd ever set eyes on in her life.
CHAPTER TEN
-LOVING IN LEVITTOWN
The prototypical housing development was Levittown, a vast tract of tiny homes outside New York City. Smart guys said it wouldn't work; people wouldn't buy the jerry-built, look-alike buildings. Instead, everybody bought them. Servicemen returning from World War Two wanted homes for their new families, and with the help of the G.I. Bill were able to afford the famous tract houses.
Then it was claimed that Levittown would dry up and blow away, a victim of shoddy building practices. Instead, the development thrived. The owners, proud of their first-ever houses (most of them were brought up in tenement apartments in the city), lavished time and effort and what money they had; the little houses sprouted front porches, back patios, dormer windows and whole new wings. Almost half a century later, the myriad streets with the countless indistinguishable houses are still there, thick trees grown up here and there, a new generation of low-income people living side-by-side with some of the original buyers, now retired and rocking away their days.
The first housing tract now has everything -- even perverts. From time to time, a peeping Tom is reported, and why not? With the houses so close together, you can practically see into your neighbor's bedroom from your own.
Take the case of Fifi Jones, single gal, living quietly in her tiny tract home. Despite her good looks, the blonde had no sex life. She did, however, enjoy a marvelous fantasy life, enhanced on the day of her bizarre sexual experience by a sexually explicit magazine that a girl friend had slipped her.
Fifi sat back in a rocking chair (though far from being a retiree). She was gaping at the hot porno magazine.
She couldn't believe her eyes. A guy was actually fucking a girl, right there in full color. The sight of it turned her on, and as she rocked gently in the old wooden chair, her hand dropped unconsciously to her lap and drew up her dress.
Then, a finger probed between the lips of her pussy. When it found the soft, tight interior a cauldron of heated passions it began to search for the stiffened clit Suddenly, the blonde was aware of someone, off to the side through her living-room window. Her hand jerked from out of her pussy and she nervously dropped the porno mag as she gaped at the figure on her front lawn. A man was out there, close enough to the window to have seen what she was doing.
He was an odd figure, and her heart began to pound as they exchanged stares. He was clad in an trench coat, with a snap-brim hat pulled down over his eyes and dark glasses to disguise his features. He was a flasher! An exhibitionist He had parted his coat to reveal his cock and balls, sticking right out the fly of his pants, and as Fifi gaped at the wildly exciting scene, he undid the buckle of his belt and let his pants open up in front just enough to show her even more of what he had.
This was too good to be true for the inexperienced Fifi. She jumped up and got her Polaroid camera off the top of a nearby cabinet, then turned back to the window just in time to snap a shot of the guy with his dick hanging out. When she set down the camera she did a crazy thing. Almost compulsively- and feeling her cunt hot and wet from the excitement-she stood squarely before the window and raised her dress. Slowly, gradually, up came the lower hem, and then-despite herself--Fifi was flashing the flasher.
She was showing the astounded young man her cunt Then the two of them were smiling, and finally laughing, till the girl went to the front door and invited the guy in. He entered, cautiously at first, but when she offered him a glass of wine he settled into the rocking chair (which had been left behind by the late owner of the house, a retired woman who had been one of the original Levittown buyers) and began to unwind. He had no sooner taken a sip from his glass when Fifi was standing over him. She casually put a foot up on the set of the rocker as he spoke, and he got a good long look up her dress.
He wanted to see more of that cute little pussy she had flashed through the window, and the girl was obliging. As he removed his hat to give himself a little more maneuverability, Fifi giggled and raised her dress. She parted her thighs enough for him to press his face into her Bush, and the next thing they both knew his mouth had made contact with the soft outer lips of her quim.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the slit of her cunt, then probing within. His tongue licked up and down the pink, flower-like inner pussy lips, then found the already stiff little nub of her clit. The girl was moaning loudly as she thrust her loins forward to meet the pressure of his mouth. His could feel the heat of her twat, the passion of her need, as his tongue scooped up the juices of her pussy and sucked them into his mouth.
He could sense that she was climaxing, her moans turning to gasps as her hips writhed message of extreme pleasure. Then she pulled back, dropping her dress. She bent towards him as he relaxed back into the rocking chair, then pressed her lips against his.
They kissed, gently at first, but then more passionate as their tongues met and they exchanged spit. The guy felt her hands all over him, and as she broke off the kiss she bent over him still further and brought her hands down to his belt buckle. Quickly she had it undone, and then he heard the slow unzipping of his fly.
The guy's dick was stirring as her busy hands brought it right out of her pants. Fifi stopped and began bringing her face closer to the guy's semi-rigid staff, and then she parted her lips. Soon he could feel her hot breath on the sensitive flesh of his cock-head, as she slid her half-open mouth over the mushroom-shaped knob at the end of his rod.
She was sucking his cock!
This girl who had been every bit as much a stranger to sex as the young cheerleader in the campus dorm in the city was now giving a full-fledged blow- job. And to a man who had also been a stranger to her, just minutes before! Yes, there are millions of strange stories in the naked city, and somehow they all come down to a cock and a cunt.
She was sliding her wet lips up and down the length of his hardening prick. She was panting with excitement even as she covered his pecker with her mouth, and the guy felt a marvelous warmth spread through his whole being. He just relaxed back into that old wooden rocking chair, as the girl sucked away on his bone.
She had it good and hard now, and the guy found himself springing to his feet and looking for wilder action. As he did so, the girl swung around and dropped into the rocker, his thickening dick still deeply buried in her throat. Then he was standing powerfully over her, looking down at the sight of her curved lips leaving a trail of saliva up and down the length of his cock.
Again and again she made his rod disappear into her sweet young mouth, as the guy got hotter and hotter with the sight. She was moving her whole body rhythmically as she cock-sucked the guy, making the rocking chair go back and forth with her motion. As for the erstwhile flasher, he was beside himself with pleasure. His fondest dream had come true. His peeking into Levittown windows had turned up a gorgeous young blonde with her dress up and a finger in her twat, and his flashing had excited a girl enough to go crazy and stuff her pretty mouth with his pecker.
She slid her mouth off his cock only when she needed to draw a breath. The guy took advantage of the moment to rise and whip off the rest of his duds.
Gone was the crazy flasher's disguise, the snap-brim hat and dark glasses, the raincoat and the pants open down the fly. He presented his body to the young woman clad only in a pair of cotton briefs that showed the proud bulge of his rod.
Fifi looked him up and down, obviously approving of what she saw, for the flasher was just a young guy-rather nice looking, she thought too- with modishly styled hair and a boyish face. Just your nice, average suburban pervert.
Slowly, Fifi inched her way to the very edge of the rocking chair, and then she was parting her legs and pulling up her dress. The young man didn't need an invitation, as he saw her hair-covered mound of pussy flesh come into view. He went to the chair, got down on the carpeted floor, and then turned onto his back to get a good look at her snatch from underneath. Raising himself just far enough, he got his lips on the mouse-like mound of cuntal flesh and began to nibble. His tongue was quickly out, and then he was licking inside her pussy once again.
He needed a better angle, and as he got to his knees and faced the blonde, he saw her part her dress in front. Her perfect, full round breasts rolled free, quivering on her chest like twin mounds of jello. The guy's blood pumped faster at the sight a pair of beautiful, firm, tits, smooth-skinned and white and flawless.
He bent over and plunged his face between Fifi's wide-spread thighs, finding her cunt with his mouth and her clit with his tongue. He sucked her good this time, til he felt her whole body shake with the wild pleasure of a fantastic orgasm.
When she had recovered her senses she rose and beckoned the young man to follow her into the bedroom. There they could lounge on her bed and have the room to do anything they wanted. He went into the small bedroom, typical of rooms in the tiny homes in that famous development, and there he found everything he could want: seductive lighting, a cozy feeling and a comfortable place to fuck.
The two of them were soon on the bed, she in her dress and he in his underpants. There was a wonderful moment when he watched her on her knees, stripping that dress off. A Peeping Tom's dream. Now she was ready for action.
As he got off the bed and began to lower his briefs, the girl came over to him on the mattress and went for his rod. He had his skivvies down only to his hips when her lips hit his cock, and then he was motionless, string down at her mouth as it did a number on the shaft of his prick. In and out of her mouth it slid, till she pulled her lips off it and lay back on the bed, parting her thighs and begging him to eat her pussy.
The guy hurriedly pulled up his briefs, got on his knees over the girl and plunged his face into her cunt. After he had lapped away at it for a time, he pulled his briefs down and discarded them, letting spring free a hard-on that had been getting almost painful in the tight confines of his underpants.
Fifi had risen to her knees, and was no guiding him down to a position on the bed, lying on his back. She got her crotch over his face, straddling his chest with her knees. As the woman settled onto his face for him to eat her box some more, his cock rose and strained and begged to be buried in the girl's tight quim.
Before long, the blonde spun about and leaned over his reclining body. She was on one knee now, the other foot bracing her as she went for his stiff-standing rod with her mouth. As she slid her lips over the swollen head of his prick and went all the way down on it till her face was in the curly hairs of his pubic patch, she lowered her split pussy to his mouth so that he could go on licking her twat.
They 69ed till both were ready for a fuck, and then Fifi was on her knees on the bed once again. The guy had slipped o the bed to stand at the edge with his hands on her waist Carefully, he set the head of his dick against the wet slit of her pussy from the rear, then gradually worked it in as the woman moaned and groaned with increasing pleasure.
She gradually went downward till he was lying flat on her stomach, and in time the guy had worked his way onto the bed over her on his knees. All the time his dick was stuffed into the tight hole of her cunt from behind, and he was fucking away with a wildly pistoning motion.
When he pulled out he rolled her onto her back, then got completely over her and thrust his cock fully into the depths of her cunt. He was fucking over her now, digging his knee into the mattress, he felt an irresistible urge to come. He began to squirt into her Pussy, just as she screamed with the wild ecstasy of another orgasm of her own. Then they came together, wild and uninhibited climaxes.
Even after they lay together for a long time in silent embrace, the blonde wasn't through. She wanted his cock hard again! The guy just couldn't believe this dame. She ended up with his dick in her mouth one more time, and she had him wondering if he'd picked on the wrong little house.
There were hundreds upon hundreds of houses just like this one in Levittown, and he had gotten his cock into the mouth of a dame who was determined to suck the goddammed life out of it! All he could do was lie back and take It After all he'd started it with his peeking and his flashing and now all he could do was let the woman decide when she would bring it to an end.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
-IN THE SAME GAME
It had been a hard day's work for Dan Tompkins. He'd sold two co-op apartments, one a biggie on New York's most famous street -- Fifth Avenue. And then he'd gotten a lot of paperwork out of the way in his office, one of the top real estate places on the upper East Side.
Now he was in the lobby of the fancy office building the firm occupied further south on Fifth Avenue, wondering whether to head straight for his home, a comfortable condo on ritzy Sutton Place, or seek some laughs. The answer came down the stairs to the lobby in the form of a good-looking babe he'd noticed several times before. Undoubtedly she worked somewhere in the office tower where the real estate office was located.
Dan hurried over and introduced himself, quickly persuading the girl -- her name was Angie -- to have drinks with him at a nearby bar. They were soon there, a darkly paneled, dimly lit place called, simply, East Side. At the bar, they got cocktails, then began rapping. Dan was telling the girl about his big sales that day, and she was wide-eyed. She had been trying to purchase a big co-op pad on Upper Fifth herself!
They laughed. Angie turned out to be in the same racket as Dan.
He glanced around, seeing that they were unobserved in their darkly lit corner of the big room, and that's when he bent from his stool to steal a kiss. Angie went for it, pressing her soft lips to his, and then she let her tongue inch out from her mouth to touch his.
Soon they were exchanging a hard kiss, and Dan's busy hands had found the buttons to the vest she wore beneath the jacket of her conservative three-piece pants suit. Angie adhered precisely to the New York City dress-for-success code of attire, the way a career girl in that town appears during business hours.
Dan was fondling one of her big breasts through the silken cloth of her blouse, alive with the mesmerizing pleasure of perfume fragrance and warming liquor. The girl did not pull away, instead leaned closer, and then he had unbuttoned her blouse just enough to get a hand in and feel the weighty fullness of her big, rounded tit His cock was stiff in his pants now, and Angie must have laid eyes on the bulge. Her hands dropped to his crotch, and after a quick glance around to make sure that they still had privacy, she unzipped his fry and pulled out his dick. It stuck straight up, stiff with passion, throbbing with his heated blood, as the girl--booze on her breath--leaned over and took a closer look. She fondled his dick, her lips parted with obvious lust and then she went further. Right there in the bar, she slipped her moist lips over the swollen head of his cock and began to give him a slow and sensuous blowjob.
Dan was beside himself with pleasure, glassy-eyed as the shifted his gaze around the room from their dark and sheltered corner to make doubly sure that no one was observing the girl's outlandish behavior. This was a swinging East Side bar, all right, kept just dark enough so that a little love play was not all that unusual. However, it was just about time to ask, "Your place or mine," and seconds later the two of them were on their way out the door.
The guy couldn't believe his luck. This gal must have had a lot of pent-up passion, because when he got off the bar stool she had dropped the pants of her fetching (though proper) pants suit and let him lower her teeny black bikini panties and kiss her pussy.
He had lingered there, thrilling to the warm odor that arose from her heated cunt, and then his tongue had snaked within. Now, as they headed out the door, his attache case in hand and the girl on his other arm, his dick was a cast-iron prong in his pants. He wanted to taste that pussy again, kiss those hot lips, see that full and rounded breast, and most of all he was bent on sucking this gorgeous fellow real estate agent.
A short while later, they were at the girl's apartment, a modest but attractive place up a side street some twenty blocks north of the bar's location. The two of them were soon sipping cocktails and sitting on the plush carpeted floor.
As Dan sat enjoying himself, Angie rose unsteadily and started giving him a show. She was soon out of her tweedy pants suit and vest, doing a sensuous strip-tease for his pleasure. As he watched, she wiggled out of her sexy black panties, and that's when Dan moved toward her on his knees. Raising himself, he reached the smooth, naked curve of her ass, and his lips brushed the satiny skin. His cock was stiff in his pants as he felt the softness of her flesh against his mouth, and then he was quickly on his feet Angie suggested that he remove his clothes, while she went into the bedroom to strip off what little was left of hers.
He was nude when she returned, her body lithe and lovely, the full breasts swaying gently beneath a diaphanous dressing gown she had draped from her naked shoulders. He gasped, staring at her, struck by the beauty of her body in the sensuous light of the room The girl strode up to him, touched his arm lightly and urged him down to the carpeted floor. There she guided him onto his back. Then she allowed her tits to drop through the open front of her negligee, jiggling enticingly, the girl bent over his crotch and found the melon tip of his dick with her quivering lips.
Dan lay back and stretched his body. He reveled in the warm feelings that pervaded his body. It had been a successful day at work. He'd racked up some huge commissions, and now he was getting blown by the gorgeous girl in his office building he'd previously only dreamed of meeting.
This was his lucky day for sure.
The girl's tongue was tickling the underside of his cock-head as it penetrated into her open mouth. She was blowing little puffs of air into the piss-hole of his dick, driving him wild with the action of her tongue and lips.
He could fee his balls tighten, and he knew that if he let the girl suck him like this anymore he would shoot off right in her mouth. Then he wouldn't get to feel the warmth of her pussy around the throbbing shaft of his pecker, and that was what he wanted more than anything in the world right then.
He rose, pulling his cock from between her fast-working lips. Then he took the girl in his arms, pushing her dressing gown away from her smooth white body. He eased her onto her side on the carpet, then got in behind her. Nestling close, he snuck his stiff bone between the smooth flesh of her thighs, probing, searching, and then his cock-head located the wet slit of her cunt from behind. In the entire dick slid, and then he was gently humping the girl from the rear.
They did that for a time, and then the girl was on top. She got him stretched out on his back, his head propped by a small cushion, as she straddled his loins, inserted his dick and then rode him up and down. Gradually, she increased the pace. An exquisite sense of friction on the guy's prick-head filled his body, as Angie vibrated her whole body up and down.
Then she turned all the way around, showing him her back, as she pivoted neatly on the steely shaft of his dick. Getting better balance now, she really rode him up and down, and he could tell by her soft whimpers that she was nearing a come.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "I feel it. I feel a climax coming on. Ohhhhh."
She whipped her whole body up and down on his rod, and when she came, she gasped loudly, then finally disengaged and dropped to his side on the carpet. She was gasping for breath, lying there with her negligee almost off, her thighs wet with sweat and invitingly parted.
Dan got up, went to her and kissed her full on the mouth. Then he eased her negligee off her shoulders and draped it over a chair. Then he got between her thighs with the rigid pole of his peter. Inching forward on his knees, he penetrated, then began thumping her with a powerful fucking motion. In and out he thrust, as the girl began lifting her legs right off the carpet.
She was getting turned on all over again as he fucked powerfully into her cunt, and soon she had her legs bent at the knees and raised almost to her chest, thighs widely parted. She was grunting with passion as he fucked away, and then she called out some- thing weird.
"Finger fuck me, Dan," she gasped. "I dig that Do it with your finger."
She raised her knees to her chest and he thrust One stiff finger into her tightened pussy hole, as she laughed wildly and tossed her hair. She was really turned on now, eyes glowing, breath coming in throaty pants.
I dig it" she kept saying. "I dig it. Finger-tuck me, Dan. That's it. Finger-fuck me good."
Thrusting his digit up her cunt and hearing her cry out like that was driving Dan wild. The sight of her wet hole closing around his finger was thrilling, and he wanted her lips ovaling around his own rod in the same way. Climbing over her, end-to-end, he got his dick down her gurgling throat as he went on fucking her pussy with one finger.
The girl s tongue was tickling his cock head, sending crazy thrills through his whole body, as he wailed away in her twat with the rapidly moving finger.
When her body shook with an orgasm, and then when she relaxed back on the floor, he pulled his wet finger out Of her pussy. Then he twisted about so that he could see her mouth gobbling down his cock. His knees were on either side of her body and he was kneeling right over her face, his dick working smoothly in and out of her mouth. He pumped his loins faster and faster, sliding his rod between her tightly clinched lips. The feeling was exquisite, and he knew he'd be shooting off in a matter of seconds.
And then the torrent of come arrived, filling the girl's gasping mouth with steamy liquid. Dan shot off again and again, and the girl gulped down every bit of his copious spent. From the look on her face, it was as if she were drinking the world's finest wine. This was a girl who loved to suck dick and who loved to swallow down the load of a guy's balls.
When his rod stopped jerking, then began to soften, he eased it from between her luscious lips. He bent over her, and they kissed. They French-kissed in an erotic frenzy, and he could sense the sexual -heat of this wonderful young woman. He'd never known a girl quite liked her.
As they lay together, Dan began to think beyond the moment. Sexually, he was played out now, but his mind was alive with possibilities. Here was a girl he could really go for-over the long haul. She was his soul mate, that he sensed for sure, and he had a feeling she was feeling the same emotions for him. The sex was good. Great in fact, but there was something more about this girl, woman really, that excited him. And not just between his legs. She was smart and beautiful, and compatible.
And-better yet-she was in real estate! Yes, the mind of an Upper East Side real estate man never rests. Even when he's asleep, he's thinking: location, location, location.
Angie was perfect for him. They could start up their own real estate brokerage, and the rest would be history. No one could resist this woman's charms. He would train her, make her the best in the business, and together they'd conquer the East Side of Manhattan.
Yes, the naked city has eight million stories, but not all of them have a happy ending. This one does. Dan and Angie get married, and they start their own real estate business. They're sexually compatible, and in the same line of work. They do well -- and they have a fucking great time of it too.
